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 the RagTag Daily Prompt.
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.”
I love sunsets. And clouds do make the sky and the sunset look so much my interesting and beautiful. My daughter told me some stories about her kindergarten children that made me wonder if a quick spank on the behind might be a good idea. (Just a fleeting thought…)
I could hardly wait to write this story. Still, 50 words were hardly enough.