The train’s cold, hard, easy-to-clean stainless steel fittings were a godsend. My stop approached and I clutched my bulging bag on clenched knees. The bag jerked, I held it close; beating hearts were such a pain, but I needed at least one for the wife…who waited patiently beneath the swirling fog of headstone seventy three.
(55 Words)
Written for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture (or two if you want to overachieve!) and write a story using no more than 55 words.
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Wow! You said so much in so few words! I love the imagery of him clutching his bag. Great story!
I like this piece very much. Gives a great sense of the dramatic in a small span. Nicely done 🙂
Oh, I love this. It drew me right in and surprised me. I wouldn't change a word!
That picture looks disturbingly like me riding the DC Metro in the morning. Or that strange fellow that sits in the other aisle…Good story!
Thank you for your lovely comments! I got an Overachiever award (for using two of the three photo prompts) for this week's 55 Words!…and KR, I'm hoping you don't carry beating hearts in a bag on the Metro…or if you do…um…
Certainly not! It would be far too difficult if I had carry them while running to catch the brains, uh, I mean, trains…