FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
Clippety-clop, faintest noise growing louder.
Small lane vanishing into a country by-way.
Simple beauty stole my breath away.
Grape vineyards far as the eye could see, clear brook, a neat small farmhouse off in the distance.
Alone save the small horse and buggy approaching.
Compelled....stop the car, jump out, lie down in green pastures.
(A memory of my first and only trip to the Pennsylvania Dutch Amish Country ~1970)
Friday Flash Fiction 55
is a story written in exactly 55 words.
Let the G-Man know if you write one.
and read the ones of your fellow writers.