“I can’t, I can’t” chanting in her head
made her trip and fall,
stop, and stall.
All it needed were baby steps
but the thought of moving forward
scared her so badly
she could only tip and fall,
stop, and stall.
Mountains could be reduced to mole hills
one step at a time,
if she would just stop
tripping and falling
stopping and stalling.
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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