FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
Hours passed sitting alone, head bent, staring, asking, "Is it an in or an out?"
She was contemplating the fuzzy parachutes on the dandelion puff ball. How many would land to grow and how many float into oblivion?
She thought, "There must be more to life than sitting wondering if there is more to life." **
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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.