55: Climax

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Lightning—and your face lit up above me. A half second later, thunder crashed like artillery outside, and we met at our destination, bursting into each other in both body and spirit.

Several long seconds passed in the clouds overhead as the rumbling faded away into the miles, and you leaned down to kiss me.
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FFF-55 Vol. LVII. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.

55: Discovery

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We never thought anything of it, usually. Cars came and went through those woods all the time. But last night something was different.

This morning my brother and I walked through there and discovered why: a freshly dug mound a hundred yards off the road in a gully, with human hair visible on one end.
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FFF-55 Vol. LVI. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.

Untitled Nonsense

Love is a many-fendered thing
With red shoes and a fro
A splendid fish up-ends itself
With drywall screws to sow.

It rides along the jeweled street
And pulls a wagon train
Tomatoes laugh as it goes by
And revel in the rain.

A jolly driver ho-ho-hos
As little children wail
He stepped his fat ass off the thing
And landed on my tail.

"Good day for nonsense!" he loudly cried,
"And scanning lettered stamps."
I never heard his paper crays
Nor sliver'd to his lamp.

May 2nd, 2006

55: Castilleja

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The day she passed, I walked out of the house into a vast field of Indian paintbrush. The sun and the warm Missouri wind went swept into and through me, pulling out the broken pieces of jagged years. My whole world focused bright orange as the prairie fire took hold, and I've never gone back.

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FFF-55 Vol. LV. Tell a story in exactly fifty-five words. Go see G-Man.

This 55 is dedicated to my grandmother, who was in hospice care when I wrote it. She passed a few days after. Rest in peace, Grama Hobgood, 11 March 1924-13 May 2013.