
“It’s my chair! Get out!” Lucy screamed at her brother.
“Not it’s not! It’s Grandma’s chair.”
“That’s right,” Grandmother said. “Now if the two of you will move, I’d like to sit down.”
The kids scrambled to reply. As soon as she sat down, they scrambled into her lap, one child per knee.
Always plenty of room in Grandmother’s lap.

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.























I’m glad there was a happy solution!
smiles…yes there is….sweet 55
I like it…very nice ~
Happy FF 55~
Grandma Soloman…hehehe
Loved your 55 Alice Audrey
I wish I had Grandkids.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Cute but I was always a wee bit to big for my granny’s lap once I hit about 4.
LOVE IT! Perfect!! can’t improve on the story or the chair-
Thanks.
I think no matter which chair, Grandma’s lap is always comfy.
And grandmother’s laps are just for that, aren’t they
Delightful, Alice Audrey. I swear I remember my kids having this exact same fight when they were little!
that sounds like my house
That’s because you inspired this.
love this! {smile}
In my family, it was my grandfather’s lap we fought to be in, since he was the teller of stories.
A fun 55, indeed.