50 Word Fiction Fridays Vol. 57
I guess it's pretty understandable that theme would be moving. I will say this, if you put everything in storage, you don't have to go through the chaos of unpacking. Anyhoo, it's back. 50 word fictions. Play along, won't you?
After the Move
She sat next to the newly opened box and looked inside - box of pencils, beanie babies, 6th grade year book, her collection of shot glasses - they weren't in here. The words had to be here somewhere, she knew she'd packed them. And, after all, she only needed 50.
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Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.the bubbling of the boiling hot dogs began to irritate the last nerve that he had saved for the duration of the day, but perhaps it was the three year old child screaming "DADDY! HUNGRY!!"
whatever frenetic energy he could mask within the timbre of his voice, he calmly bent down and said, "baby girl, go watch your cartoon. they'll be done in a minute. now, move!"
Posted by: tufk1d | 6 avril 2007 8h26
"Watch out!"
A couch lands awkwardly, cushions bounce down the small hill resting near a waiting truck.
"Bombs away!"
A chair crashes onto the ground, nearly hitting a co-ed.
Tables, clothes, and other thrift store finds litter the ground below the third story balcony.
It's moving day at the frat.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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6 avril 2007 15h32