55 word fiction

A collection of 55 word stories written by various bloggers.

Reshma Sanyal

It was not the last time we kissed that night. Her features were so blurred from drink, it felt I was kissing myself reflected in murky water. The excessive lipstick was her only recognizable feature. I remember attempting to make love, the way children attempt to make art.

And then I awoke without a wallet.

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