"Outside of a dog, a book is probably man’s best friend, and inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read."
Friday, February 15, 2008
Flash Fiction- 55 words on a Friday
Sauntering along, she hummed to herself as she people-watched. The city sidewalks were full of bustling figures striding along determinedly, intersecting with the meandering paths of tourists, elderly people, window shoppers, and homeless folks. So many people, and all with stories as varied and complex as the rhythms and patterns of this pedestrian dance.
Flash Fiction sorta got started 'round these parts over here.