Well, its Friday

...and in the manner of energy efficient bloggers the wide world over I am falling back on a tried and true formula. That's right folks, its time for 55 Flash Fiction. And since I am from Washington, I am especially good at conservation, so I am not even going to write any new ones. I realized when I was doing some file sorting that I have written forty different 55 word flash fiction pieces. Some of the first ones I wrote were never even posted on this blog, they were only ever comments over at Susie's.

So, I decided to post a little review.

Hope you find something that doesn't repel you.

This is the first one I wrote.

In a balmy ocean breeze languid fingers entwine, matching new rings shining brightly. Smiles exchange, tender and private.Passion flares, and suddenly the sparsely peopled beach seems crowded. Belongings are gathered and stowed as the young lovers hurry to answer the call of love. A lone old woman watches with a smile, remembering joy.
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I wrote this 55 for Lime when she suggest

Screaming Yellow Zonkers as a topic.

She was thinking of the candy

but being difficult, as I am wont to do,

I did a different take on it.

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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This one was inspired by real life events.

Late at night, fingers stroke, caressing a forbidden love. Silence is so important, critical. If heard, if he discovers them together like this, at this hour, he will be so annoyed. She smiled, enjoying the stolen moments. Then she froze as she heard, "Will you please turn off that bloody computer and come to bed!"

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I wrote this 55 at Monika's request, and about her.

I rather liked it and because of her busy vacation schedule I'm not sure she ever saw it.

Definitely due for a reposting.

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?

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This last one is not by any stretch the best one, but I like the story.

Mr. Ratburn accused me of writing a girly 55, so I challenged him to a 55 duel.

We wrote at the same time and I finished first with puctuation and grammar in place

and as you see below, the topic was NOT girly.

He awarded me an A for my efforts.

The midday sun beat down on his bent head but his concentration never wavered. Drops of sweat beaded and rolled down his forehead, stinging his eyes. He swiped them away and continued. The sun glinted off the carefully angled magnifying glass clenched tightly in his fist. Those stupid ants didn't stand a chance against him

There you have it, the 55 retrospective.

Have a good weekend.