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55 Fiction

Scott McEnroe turned me on to 55 Fiction a few years ago.   Here are two of my efforts.


Her side of the bed was empty. He walked into the kitchen. It was empty. The sunlight flooded through the window she loved.  The coffee pot was empty.  He walked upstairs. Jessica’s crib was empty.  The boy’s bunk beds were empty.  He thought, the things that are full are those four coffins, one so tiny.

Apology to Superman

Sam wore a cape. He was still searching for the keys, crying, when Mom came home. Dad was tough on him, teach him a lesson. Mom said, I found my keys, they were in my purse. Dad turned white. He said, Sam, I’m so sorry, you didn’t lose the keys. Superman said, that’s okay, Dad.