FFF-55 "Mrs. Tidwell's Garden"

Mrs. Tidwell was looking forward to the morning.

She would rise, have tea and then go tend to her new garden.

Mr. Jones would be over to inspect her plants

and stay for lunch.

She was thinking about getting a new hairdo.

Whilst peeking out the window she noticed

an old woman knocking on Mr. Jones' door!

If you have a 55 of your own go visit the G-Man in the garden of Mr. Know-It-All.

Flash Friday 55 - Past Relations?!

He grunted and was satisfied.
Clubbing to death his enemy.

He then set his sights on the strange, female creature that stood before him dazed.

He will take her back to his cave dwelling and
make her part of the tribe.

She was afraid but also excited at the same time.
So he was Neanderthal!
If you have a 55 of your own...don't be a caveman...jot it down and go club the G-Man at
Mr. Know-It-All!

Friday Flash 55 - "Mrs. Tidwell the Green Thumb"

Mrs. Tidwell circled the number on the calendar.
In 10 days these little seeds will sprout!

She was never a "green thumb", but decided
to try something new.

She never got the connection of human to plant.

But ever since that new neighbor Mr. Jones moved in
and started to garden...

She got the urge!

If you get the urge to plant your own 55 go over to the Master gardener
G-Man at Mr. Know-It-All and let him know you're in the garden!

Flash Friday 55 - "Naughty Natrium"

"Pass the salt", he said.
"Don't use too much", she said.
As they both sprinkled the crystals unto their canned beans.
They were both unaware of the highly present sodium content.

Their blood pressure rising like an active volcano!

"I wonder if I'll fly today", she said.
"I wonder if we'll strike today!"


Today's 55 was a reflection of what's going on in todays news! Switch to Sea Salt, take a train and don't forget to tip the doorman!

If you have your own reflective 55 please feel free to shake us up, but make sure you check in with our own 55 doorman...the G-man at Mr. Know-It-All!

Fiction Friday 55 - "Laid Off"

It was like a torn in her side.

"Laid off again" !

Those words pricked her ears...and her soul.

NOW WHAT? What will I do now?

Everyone offered suggestions.

Check out that store...go back to school?

All valid suggestions. All valid rejections.

I guess I'll just sit here and collect.

Open the want ads...

If you have any words of wisdom, stories, poems etc. make it 55 words and go visit the G-man at Mr. Know-It-All.

Friday Flash 55 - "Dog eat Dog"

In Moscow there are some 500 stray dogs that live in the metro stations, especially during colder months, but only about 20 have learned how to ride the trains, according to animal specialist Andrei Neuronov.

This is my brief 55 interpretation of one of those dogs morning ride...


YORGI

Yorgi waited on the platform for the 8:15 to Tverskaya.
Others gathered round, reading papers or just snoozing.

Yorgi kept calm as the train entered the station.
Doors opened, the humans embarked and at the last split second he dashed inside.

Yorgi was happy and looking forward to arriving in Tverskaya.
Today was shawarma day!

If you have your own 55, ride the train over to Mr. Know-It-All station and check in with the station master G-man.

Flash Fiction Friday 55 - "Risen"

"Risen"

The smell of incense burned her nostrils.

"He has risen from the dead", she heard the priest exclaim.

Surely, this was a sign of a new beginning, a new horizon.

Life would be easier now that her abusive husband had passed on...

certainly to the depths of HELL!

This Easter Sunday she has RISEN again!!

If you have rise to write your own "55" please join us in celebration and make sure you visit the G-Man at Mr. Know-It-All and confess to our "55" father...