She: Stop it! We’ll get caught. He: Oh, come on, Baby. We’re consenting adults. Why can’t we? She: Because the kids are home. They’ll ask questions. He: Who knew we’d have more trouble getting it on when we’re married than we did as teenagers? The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
1. I’m late with this post and have no good ideas for it and don’t feel like talking about my perpetually cluttered desk, so I’m going with the Off-the-top-of-my-head thing. 2. Why is it that my head is full of thought most of the time, but when I try to gab on to something specific it slips away like oily water? 3. Does that mean I’m dirty minded? 4. They say you reflect your environment. 5. Maybe, if I want […]