Friday, March 18, 2011


There was no getting past the fact that the damn thing was broken, or that without it, I wouldn’t be able to get what I needed. I shoved it violently to the back of the workbench; delicate electronics and my microtool kit went everywhere. That’s when I heard my boss clear her throat behind me.
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FFF-55 Vol. IX. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.


  1. oh snap...dont you hate those do they know to walk up right then...

  2. Oh shit! Ha, isn't that always the way. :)

  3. You should give the boss a box of Tic Tacs like in Seinfeld, then they can't sneak up on you!
    Most Excellent 55 My Friend.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

  4. That cringing feeling, I know it well. I liked the letter to your dad in the other post, too.

  5. Hate when someone makes you feel more guilty than you need to be...great 55!

  6. Uh ohh... (gulp)...
    Do they sniff it?? How else would they know what we are up to, eh!?! And to add to it, that broken phone.. (sigh)...things just pile, don't they?!

    Most well written!!

  7. hehe...
    the last line tickles.

    what a treat for the day....vivid imagery.
    very well delivery.
    love your 55 very much.