55 word fiction

A collection of 55 word stories written by various bloggers.

Mustang

Light


The salon closed at seven pm everyday. That night was windy; Raghu waited for the storm to subside. “Gods must be angry”, he muttered, crashing onto his chair. Next morning, he woke up with twinkle in his eyes; he felt enlightened. Everything was bright and sunny. The salon had lost its roof.


Last journey


Train arrived on the platform, all passengers alighted. This was the last trip for Uncle Engine. Uncle had drawn long chains of heavy cars for thirty career years. He remembered his best trips as his worn-out body was dragged into darkest shed of the railway yard. ‘
Deserts, paddy fields, valleys, metropolitans, bridges and now black!’

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