55 Flash Fiction Friday

55 word flash fiction is something Susie started doing back in March of last year. Being the cooperative friend that I am, I jumped right on that bandwagon.

Earlier this week I asked for topic suggestions and once again I got so many good ideas I couldn't chose between them so I wrote a flash fiction for each. I've linked each blogger at the beginning of the 55 they inspired.

Thank you all so much!

Also, I had fun with that, so please leave topic suggestions for next week if you'd like.

Jocelyn “Look at her! She left that shopping cart right in the road because she is so busy talking on her stupid cell phone!” Lucy’s eyes rolled, exasperated by the self absorption being displayed.
Racing home the woman deliberately calmed her voice, “Honey, listen to me, if he’s not breathing you have to call 911, now.”

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Variant E The sea horse again shifted uncomfortably, his pregnant belly swollen huge. How dare she? Here he was, about to give birth to their young and she was off God only knows where. A sudden current buffeted him again the grass his tail was coiled around and his sense of persecution grew. Women just didn’t understand!

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Susie “I first saw you picking in Orlando and all day you kept your ladder close to mine. I’ve enjoyed working with you. You’re a really great guy and I have enjoyed going out after work with you too. And not to be assuming things, but I just want to make sure you know, I’m straight.”

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TSDuff The plane descended and we broke clear of the clouds. The argument with the obnoxious businessman and the flight attendant who’d championed his cause were worth it. I’d chosen a seat with an unobstructed view and chosen my arrival at sunset. Stretched below me was the landscape I'd dreamed, mine for the next two weeks.

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Dorky Dad

“Why on earth,” I heard myself ask once again in complete amazement, “Did you keep THIS??” From the kitchen came the sound of laughter. Shaking my head, and holding the mystery garment at arm’s length I followed the sound. Suddenly the smell of egg rolls distracted me and the hideous clothing seemed much less important.
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Lime “Newt Gingrich?” The clever young anthropology student asked. “Do you think that was really his name or some sort of nickname?” The professor smoothed his hand down the sleeve of his silver environmental suit and smiled knowingly. “Many political leaders in the culture had unflattering nicknames given to them. I believe it follows that pattern.”