55 Fiction

It was Macy who first introduced me to 55 Fiction, stories wherein the author could use only 55 words. She seemed to like it so much that she transformed her erstwhile home page into a repository of all her 55 Fiction stories. She's got about 20 of them now, all of which are captured on pretty graphics, but her first one has always been my favorite. It's short, it's simple, and it's heartbreaking.

Anyway, I had written a bunch of 55 Fiction stories this past few months, and now that I have my own blog again, I figured I might as well share a couple with the five people reading this journal. Maybe one of you could take it up, too.


"Red Light"

She sat beside me, poured my beer into a glass, took my hand. For two hours, we pretended she wouldn't let go. But boys like me aren't supposed to fall for girls like her.

I came expecting to leave with a thinner wallet. I had no idea I'd also be leaving with a broken heart.


"Gallery"

"What is with the man in the portrait?" asked the child.

"He's lonely," replied the painter.

"Why is he lonely?"

"Because he fell in love."

"Does everyone who fall in love become lonely?"

The painter paused for a moment before answering, "I don't know... but all the lonely people I know once fell in love."

- posted by jaemark @ 9/15/2004 02:00:00 PM