55 word fiction

A collection of 55 word stories written by various bloggers.



Their date had ended. He’d been dreading this moment ever since they’d entered the restaurant.

“What’s wrong?”, she asked.

He had to tell her. Or he’d be left empty, drained. But what could he say?

The waiter placed the bill before them.

“Let’s split the bill?”

He smiled. A good end to a good date.


"Baby, hold my hand?"

These four words of his would always calm her down, no matter how bad the situation was.

But today, even that wouldn't work. Would it?

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Baby? Hold my hand?", she pleaded.

The doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry Mrs. Mehrotra. He's gone."

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