55 Flash Fiction

Lily, Minka, Damasta, Candace, and Lime left me some fun topics to write about last week. I couldn't resist, I wrote about them all. Thanks, ladies, I had fun, hope you like them.

If you have an interesting topic for me, leave it in the comments and I will write you a 55.
Hope you all have a great weekend!
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Leaning forward she reached up with her right hand, fingers seeking a hold. No, still too slick, she re-chalked and tried again. There was an ideal crevice for a fist jam just overhead. The Screaming Yellow Zonker was graded 5.11, but she knew she could do it. After all, she survived holidays with her mother-in-law!
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"Now I'll go check out Quesadillas for Breakfast and THEN I'll work." She entered the web address and was shocked that it was not Damasta.
"Oh no! Not her too, say it ain't so! She can't be gone."
Just then an email alert popped up, it was from Damasta. Her new blog address was www.quesadillasanonymous.blogspot.com.------------------------
She applied the last of the polish to her nails and sat back to read. A itch made her wiggle her toes. The itch came again. She realized it felt like more like something moving on her flesh. Glancing down she saw an enormous spider, two legs stuck in the polish on her big toe.----------------------
A woman of many languages and lands sat down and waved her hands over the magical tool that would bring familiar faces she'd never met right to her room. She would converse with people she could not hear and explore worlds without form. As long as Minka had the internet, who needed a crystal ball?-------------------------
The small, smiling faces gathered around the table, trophies were distributed and high fives exchanged. The baseball season was finally over and the relieved sighs of parents were audible. They had gathered here at the cheapest pizza joint in town because nothing says "We're celebrating" like a cardboard crust with molten lava bubbling on top.
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