FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
Mom and me hugging, kissing till my first puppy barked in jealousy and we giggled with glee.
Playing cowgirl on my horse - my little bicycle equipped with holster with toy rifle, saddlebags, the works.
Roaming with friends through a deserted mansion - weaving stories of the lives of unseen people who had lived there.
Flash Fiction Friday 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.