“Look in front of you!” He pounded the dashboard.
“I AM. I AM, Dad. Why are you always getting on my case,” the young man said.
“All right, then. What do you see in front of you?”
“Road.”
“And?”
“Um… mountains. Snow. Clouds. What? What do you want me to say?”
“How about ‘Truck’ for starters.”
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.
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