Jannie wrote a letter
on vellum crisp as snow
and everywhere that Jannie went
the letter it did go.
It followed her for burgers
a taco
and a brew.
It munched some Whole Foods candies
and kissed some jump-ups blue.
Jannie wrote a letter.
It flew across the sea.
And boy, were its arms tired
when it reached Hilary.
56 words for The G-Man.
Sorry — it’s supposed to be 55.
🙂
Write a little story in 55 words,
go tell it on G-Man’s mountain and
he’ll shine his ever-lovin’ light on you.
xoxoxooxox
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Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 24 March 2011 @ 6:55 PM
I’d probably be the weird one
who’d like only 2 of 4 orchid stamps
for the grand mass mailing
of invitations to my movie premiere.
And I’d probably wear a scarlet gown
to the premiere, but shouldn’t,
because everybody knows how
me in red always leads to trouble.
Boy howdy, does it!
And that’s all I’m sayin’ about that for today.
Yep, 55 words for the G-Man.
With love,
Jannie
xoxoxxoxo
P.S. Tomorrow we’re heading out camping for a few days, so if I haven’t popped over to your blog before I hit the woods, I’ll see ya when we get back!
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Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 17 March 2011 @ 5:55 PM
Mark Twain eases himself
into his recliner on a raft
slippin’ down the Mississippi.
As he reaches for his iPhone
to see if Oprah’s emailed back
about the Biloxi cotillion,
a starbord wave hits,
sending Twain’s phone
flying from his grasp
into
the
watery
murk
below
forever.
“Oh, crap-on-a-hot-buttered-stick”
curses Twain. “There go all the
pictures of me and Raquel Welch.”
That was a Flash Fiction in 55 words — for our G-Man.
Haven’t posted a 55 yet? Try it. You’ll like it!
xooxoxo
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Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 10 March 2011 @ 5:55 PM
My new camera sees into
the eyes and smile of a pansy
but not into universal mysteries, like
the secret of your red blood cells
whooosshing and stopping
whooosshing and stopping
whooosshing and stopping,
your traffic-light heart valves
conducting the symphony of love
you show me this and every day,
my boyfriend, my husband, my Jimmy.
Those are 55 “Friday Flash Fiction” words, for our G-Man.
Above: me and my boyfriend in Nova Scotia, Christmas 1991 — 2 months before our wedding.
He’s still my boyfriend!
And I still wear that lovely jacket once in a while!
🙂
Posted with love to all,
Jannie
xoxoxoxoxoxo
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Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 4 March 2011 @ 5:55 AM
the queen of the castle lives high above
a bend on a beautiful river
(the king musta figured that little shack
was the very least he could give her.)
yes, she has this…
this…
and this…
and our neighborhood is her view…
but, Jimmy, I’m the queen of the world
because, my love, I have…
YOU!
That was 55 words for The G-Man.
I took the top 3 pix yesterday, and the others about 15 years ago, all of what I’ve dubbed “the castle.”
Yes, it’s across from our neighborhood.
I have a feeling this will NOT be the last post on “the castle.”
Mysteries are unfolding.
Oh — my toe nails, you can’t really tell from the pic above but…
I DID beautify them with that paint…
Posted with love, from Jannie
xoxooxxxooo
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