Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Another 55f

This gets another try.

Lost Identity?

They slept like one, bodies intertwined, a bundle of mass…
Until a noise from downstairs woke her and she cried out, “My husband is home.”
The man gathered his clothes and jumped out of the window.
A few minutes later he walked back in and said sheepishly, “But I am the husband.”

About 55 Fiction
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
A setting,
One or more characters,
Some conflict, and
A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)


Biju Mathews said...

Ha Ha. This was good!! You did full justice to the 55 word post.

Glad I came here. I'm adding you to my blog roll

Keep Blogging!

Renu said...


deepti said...

You wicked mind!!Hilarious post,Sindhu....LOL:)

Anonymous said...

LOL!!This was a great 55er! :D

sindhu said...

Welcome here Biju and thank you Renu, deeps and Indyeah!

Reflections said...

Good Story Sindhu....just like something I'd have written...tho I wd have substituted suspiciously for sheepishly;-P

Anonymous said...


sindhu said...

Nancy I know you have a suspicious mind!Solilo so are you wearing black now!:-)(joking...)