His life is a sorry tale of wretchedness and penury. Tattered clothes, soiled face and bony body!
An ornately-clad teenage boy arrives, flings
a coin and whisks off in a fancy car he has presumably inherited from his super
rich dad.
He gazes down dolefully at the latest catch
by his begging bowl….his sole inheritance.
[You may also like to read 'The Hand', one of my favorite 55-word stories. Read it here.]
very very very nice
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DeleteGood one, we can write a chain story. Each one contributes 55 words, thus creating a zig-zag trail in the forest of literary creativity.
ReplyDeleteyeah...lets see
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