I love this challenge. It may seem easy. Fifty words of fiction that tells a story. Exactly 50 words is flash-flash fiction: no more, no less. It’s not easy at all. Thank you Boy with a Hat for suggesting this oh, so long ago. You don’t know it, but I love you. Today I’m following a prompt from WordPress.
Where were you?” Grandpa’s grip matched the knot in his brow. “Looking.” Emily gestured toward the exhibits. “We’ve gone through three floors already. Mostly looking for you.” “Surgical procedures, blood vessels, eyes in jars.” “It’s time to go.” “Can we come back?” Emily quavered. Grandpa shrugged. “You’re already a scientist.”
Okay, that was considerably darker than what I usually write. To be clear, this is a bit of flash fiction. It has nothing to do with what my parents were doing at my age. They were probably hosting campers at a campground in Michigan.
I hope you like my quick story. Even if it is a little dark. I think I’ll go get some ice cream with chocolate syrup. My parents ate that nearly every evening.