Short stories of exactly - exactly - 55 words. Written for my Flash Prose course this semester.
[Saying Goodbye]
Born out of necessity, you were. Concision
was your key virtue. It's why I loved you so, treasured you above all my
others. You, more than the rest, sprung from my thoughts, the carefully
scrubbed, trimmed and polished child of my imagination. But now I'll have to
let you go. It's no good. You're fifty-five.
*****
[A Mother's Love]
Her bosom
haunted him. Every night, as she heaved beneath him, he could not help but
notice its swell. He tried to lose himself in her, to find some sense of the
love that, as a child, he had never known.
Her
familiar voice greeted him as he entered the bedroom.
"Oedipus,
I've been waiting".
*****
[Bachelor]
He was a
clerk and she was a nurse. They had been young, and in love; their parents had
even given consent. The wedding was set for the next day. Then the bombs
started falling and the soldiers swarmed ashore.
He put down
the photo with arthritic fingers, blinking away tears in his rheumy eyes.
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