Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 1 September 2011 @ 6:49 PM
You wait and you wait for
the rumbling roar of the
yellow Space Shuttle
to reenter the hood.
And thar she blows.
Parachutes flaming, she slows.
PootCHAW! go the airbrakes. PootCHAW!
You wait and you wait for
your favorite astronaut to appear.
Ahhh, Moon Girl emerges.
Houston… Poinsettia Passion lunar landing complete.
Roger that!
Got 55 words of fiction? Go tell it on G-Man’s mountain, and happy little kittens will dance.
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when poems vacation in Hawaii
they check into the best hotels
of course, and order up bottled
fresh air to pour into the sea.
When the margaritas begin to
flow right after breakfast, the
vacationing poems are usually
found swinging from the earrings
of ladies surfing in the ocean and
ladies surfing blogs on laptops
while lounging beneath palms.
That was 55 words for our favorite fictional flasher — G-Man.
Hula day photo from Kelly’s preschool when she was 4.
Poolside photo I took in Galveston last week.
I’ve never been to Hawaii. Have you?
Cloudia lives there. I love her beautiful blog!
And in parting, a Kauai Beach Hilton photo off Google. Meet me there some day?!
Toodle-oodle-oodle-ooo.
Kootchie-kootchie-kootchie-koo.
xooxoxoxox
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one with an awesome Friday Flash 55 shirt…
a dear auntie to Kelly…
an excellent Rooftop Yodeler…
every inch the sailor…
and every inch of love and fun I could imagine.
Wait — no fiction! I DO have a sister who is all that and beautifully much more!
Love you, Rosie!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday on the 8th!!
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Well, golly gee, that was 55 words. Is there a G-Man of Friday Flash Fiction in the house???
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Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 16 June 2011 @ 6:55 PM
Even the Hearst Castle has
its junk piles way waaaaay back
behind the farthest potting shed.
I saw some with my own blue eyes as
I slipped along the purple petunia path,
away from the guided flock a while.
We all have junk, some in the trunk.
Some hidden behind grape leaves.
It’s our clean-up attitude that counts.
55 words for The G-Man, Prince Of Petunias.
Wait, did that have a plot?! A main character!??
🙂
xoxoxoxoxoxo
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What if everything’s a poem?
— the sky in your eyes?
— the leaves of light in your hair?
— the swirls in your lollipop on a Central Park afternoon?
— the shirts on your clothesline smelling like balconies of hope?
— the dance of umbrellas on your miracle of misty morning?
— this moment here in the heart of time?
Okay, Dudes and Dudettes, I believe that was 55 words of flashy fiction for His Excellence, The G-Man.
Posted with love, by Jannie who Highly Recommends the 55 word experience!
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