Fiction is getting shorter in many writing circles. But that doesn’t necessarily make the task easier for the writer. Imagine condensing an entire plot in a few words. How about just 55?
Here’s a flash fiction piece by me, in the form of a 55-er (a 55 word story).
It’s called ‘Going somewhere?’
It took him sixteen years to build a home for his family.
Taking passengers from one place to another in his rundown cab, day and night.
The best years of his life he passed on the streets, so that his children wouldn’t have to.
Then came the earthquake.
Another day on the road began.
This story is the result of a conversation I had with a taxi driver, a conversation that left me speechless.