55 WORDS FICTION
How The Green Eyed Monster Died
My black eyes avoided Devi’s tearful brown ones.
Why are women so jealous? I wasn’t divorcing her dammit!
My friend, the wimp, passed her his handkerchief. He was a comfort, dropping in everyday. ..
I was right.
Women need babies to keep them occupied. All her tears disappeared when she saw our blue eyed twins.
Betrayal of the B.
My black eyes avoided Sally’s brown ones.
I looked straight ahead and drove. She snuggled closer. This wasn’t going to be easy.
We were on a lonely highway now. I stopped, opened the door, pushed her out and before I could change my mind, drove away.
I could see her running after the car.
When Harriet Met Sally
My black eyes had been avoiding Harriet’s tearful brown ones. I didn’t want to drive with blurry eyes. We missed her mom.
Then we saw her running on the highway. Was she mad!? Harriet screamed. I hadn’t hit her, but we stopped.
The vet gave her tranquilizers. She’ll be fine.
Harriet already is.
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
A setting, One or more characters, Some conflict, and A resolution.
(Not limited to moral of the story)