55 word fiction

A collection of 55 word stories written by various bloggers.


The sun sinking, the yellow flowers go on endlessly.
They lie lazy, tangled.

She reaches for her bag, digs around, tears out a paper from a notebook. His eyes half closed, he watches the sun. She writes something, smiles mischievous, and gives him the paper.
Scribbled, “What if people always communicated like this?”

He groans.

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