I’m voting for him, he’s done a good job. Nelly told Ellie no way, not for that lot. So we cancel each other out. I’m really busy tomorrow anyway. Me too said Ellie, let’s not bother. Agreed?
Next morning Ellie recognised Nelly’s boots under the booth, almost squealed, lost concentration, and crossed the wrong box.
An impressive neighbourhood blog I have found is the below http://www.hoodpoints.com/blog/ I find it v. useful indeed
Posted by: Jane M, | Saturday, 19 May 2012 at 14:18
Since it's obviously your own site that you find 'v. useful indeed' Jane, do you want to take a moment to explain why brazen self-publicity on other blogs is such a great idea? I have much to learn, but hope it never brings negative consequences.
Posted by: Kevin Harris | Saturday, 02 June 2012 at 16:48
BTW while I'm at this post, perhaps I ought to record that it is intended as an example of the challenged but well-established genre of '55 word fiction'. I also tried to adhere to a modestly stringent definition of story, which requires at least one character and for change to have taken place.
Posted by: Kevin Harris | Saturday, 02 June 2012 at 17:14