Each day at 3 o'clock she came to this place alone. Thinking herself unobserved, she made silly faces, danced and twirled, her lips moving in silent song. Then one afternoon she saw the sign:
Now each day at 2:55 she brushes her hair and touches up her lipstick. One never knows who might be watching.
About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!
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3 comments:
Ann...
January 19, 2012 at 11:16 PMYou make something so simple into GREAT Flash Fiction!
You Get It!!!
Loved your 55, It was Perfect!
Thanks for playing,and have a Kick Ass Week-End
But she's still twirling? Sounds like my dd.
January 19, 2012 at 11:44 PMtrue that...there are cameras every where these days...so chances are you are being filmed today....
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