Being the wordy sort, to say the least, I've only tried a "Flash 55" story once before. Here's my second attempt.
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Norman wanted to kill Burt!
Burt had countless friends. (Potential witnesses!)
Burt inhabited an island cottage on a small lake.
Late tonight, Norman insured (via binoculars) that Burt had no guests. Norman grinned, knife at his side, and dove into the lake. (No boat rental, no evidence!)
Only then, Norman remembered that he couldn't swim...
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And now, for something much more serious:
I just learned that May is ALS Awareness Month.
I have more than a passing familiarity with this disease, unfortunately.
In my sidebar, I have a link to something which I, my own worst critic, refer to as "Probably the Best Thing I Ever Wrote." It's an as-yet-unpublished memoir that began as a proposed seven-part series of blog posts on my old, retired "David'Z RantZ" blog, entitled My Island. I say "began" because typically, I ended up writing a lot more than I'd originally intended. I finished the story twenty-eight chapters (and an epilogue) later!
If you're one of those who misses my multi-part stories, you might want to check it out for yourself. As a friendly warning, I should mention that it's a bit "saltier" than my usual "Foxyblog" entries. Nothing remotely pornographic, I hasten to add, but there's a very important reason why the personnel in this story act more like "real people." It's because they are -- or were -- real people.
Having said that... you're on your own. I hope you sample the first four or five chapters before deciding whether or not it's your proverbial "cup of tea." And even though it was posted almost two years ago, I would absolutely love reading any new comments which you wish to add.
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