The dazzling combination of a dark, smoky room and the stage lights shining in his eyes startled him for just a moment.
The room started swaying in front of him and he began to wish he’d had just one less bourbon in the backroom.
Back on stage and singing the opening night blues once again.
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I walked along the canal and saw their faces reflected in the water.
I turned my head to look away and heard your laugh as the wind rustled through the leaves in the trees.
I closed my eyes and told myself again that you were gone and the tears came.
I kept on walking alone.
– In and out –
Reluctantly, his diaphragm gives way, drawing stale air into his chest.
– In –
As quickly as possible, it snaps back.
– and out –
He is unaware of the woman holding his hand. He cannot see her tears.
He is tired of pain, of darkness, of missing all he has lost. And so, he sleeps.
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Welcome to the 55fiction blog.
This blog is our space within b5media where we will entertain you with works of fiction, but with a twist – each of the stories will be just 55 words (or less) long.
Why only 55 words? Well, its like asking “why bonsai”? or “why haiku?” Humans have always been fascinated by things that are too small or too big. This is an attempt to create fiction that is too small.
55fiction was invented by a magazine, The New Times. Every year they conduct a contest which attracts hundreds of entries. They have published two books so far, …read more
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