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.
Showing posts with label Buddy Holly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddy Holly. Show all posts
Friday, July 24, 2009
55 Flash Fiction Friday - 7/24/09
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55 Flash Fiction Friday,
Buddy Holly,
Maine,
Plymouth Fury
Thursday, March 19, 2009
55 Flash Fiction Friday - 55 Chevy - 3/19/09
There is a classic car show in Myrtle Beach this weekend and seeing those old cars and their owners made good fodder for my 55 Flash Fiction Friday. I think G-Man can relate.
They call it vintage so they can charge more
Same car he cruised in
When Buddy Holly "Raved On" the AM dial
Getting to second base was something special
Before he’d ever heard of cholesterol
Or erectile dysfunction
They are both antiques
But he just felt vital behind the wheel
He had to have her
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