you lose the impatience of youth,
linger over emerging bulbs
And let the phone ring.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
from the first step out of bed
to grinding the next day's coffee,
I am my mother after all.
I rub the bump I’ve developed in my palm
And gauge the knob on my wrist.
The idea behind this Friday writing game, called 55 Fiction Fridays, or 55 Friday, is to write a complete story in 55 words. If you can do it, don't forget to let the G-Man know. I'm amassing a number of these nuggets and who knows....I might find another story idea buried in the rubble. Give it a try, those of you out there who say you can't do it. The story is right outside your window (or in the palm of your hand).
T! G! I! F!