Friday, July 07, 2006

55 Flash Fiction Friday

He said "departure is 5:30, I want to see you one last time". She hurried to make it, held back by obstacles. At 5:28 he took his seat, with his face glued to the window. Looking for her auburn hair amongst the crowd. The doors closed. She was too late.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Noooo!! Too sad! I hate those kind of endings!

Very well done, Amber, thanks for playing..and it's fine, just have fun! XX

Susie Auntie

The Village Idiot said...

good story.

and San Fernando..like ohmygawd...you really are a valley girl. I didn't believe Susie when she said that.

I lived in the Pasadena area for about oh 20 yrs before heading north.

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S said...

Oh cool, TC left you a 55! Thats awesome!

Hannah wanted to name her doll Oggette as Pansi suggested! LOL too cute huh?

We have to, in our own way, get back at Barbie, dont we?