FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
The convertible leaving white wispy plumes in its wake jetted down the narrow road.
She sat sideways in the tiny bucket seat, her mysterious, beautiful eyes finding me through those golden locks.
Her fixed gaze penetrated those helter-skelter tresses.
What was behind that look? Good-bye or the birth of a magical relationship?
Time would tell!
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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.