Friday, July 24, 2009

55 Flash Fiction Friday - 7/24/09

Each week G-Man of 55 Flash Fiction Friday challenges us to write a story using only 55 words.

Night was falling in rural Maine. “There’s one more property to show you. It's been vacant for a long time though it is grossly underpriced.” Fog sealed the darkness as they passed a tiny cemetery. The eyes of a huge Saint Bernard glowed in the headlights. Buddy Holly blared from an ancient Plymouth Fury's radio.


Fandango said...

It feels scary. You set the scene well. But now what happens. We are nosy dragons.
Good 55

We have posted

G-Man said...

Cujo meets Christine eh MBW?
Excellent 55..
Thanks for contributing this Friday, and have a Kick-Ass Week-End....G

keith said...

Another 55 words on what happened next please!