داستانهای 55 کلمه ای (Fifty Five Words Short Stories)

[masumeh]

winds of change

On the South Wind, she came into his heart. From the West Wind, had learned about her mind. The East Wind taught him of her spirit.
Then weather changed a great, rising circular storm, and she left him on the North Wind, his heart covered with ice.


From Richard M.Sharp

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left at the altar

Oscar, shy to the bone, yet determined to make Bertha his wife, kneeled on his wooden leg, asking, "Will you be mine?"
Bertha, rubbing his leg with a sand_paper sheet, answered, "Only if you'll get this thing varnished for the wedding."
Later, when asked why he didn't marry Bertha,Oscar answered, "Because I didn't lacquer."


From Donald G.Wallace

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you can never go back

Five years ago she plucked a dandelion and bindweed blossom from the grass at the mobile home park. Now they're pressed between the pages of an old Moffat's Bible marking the 23rd Psalm.
She never thinks about that day she handed him the tiny flowers. He can never forget.

From Jay Bonestell

[masumeh]

Kim

Our first_grade class raced the grassy field during recess. Kim with the pretty smile and the golden ponytail and I were fast.
Once we raced across her yard. I don't remember who won.
Kim died a few years later of some disease that I couldn't pronounce.
I run with Kim, even now.

From Robert M.Dominguez

[masumeh]

fast talker

"Fifty_five," she whispered to him.
"Fifty_five miles per hour?"
"No, words! That's all we've got! Hurry! Please!"
Perspiration trickled down his neck; he stepped harder on the accelerator.
"But... there's so much I want to tell you!"
So much that hasn't been said!"
"Ten," she murmured.
"Ten?"
"Six."
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes!"

From Sylvia Reichman

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fate

This was the only way, such a blur of rage and bliss and hurled toasters as our time together had become. Appeal to fate: heads, we'd marry, tails, we'd separate forever.
The coin flipped, thudded, skipped and lay still, an eagle showing.
We started as it sank in.
Then, together, "Best tow out of three?"

From J.Ripp

[masumeh]

sequel time

The convertible flew over the cliff's edge into the deep desert canyon, finally hitting far below with a thunderous crash.
Two occupants crawled from the wreckage.
"Damn! Thank God for seat belts!"
"And dual air bags! Jeez, what a mess!"
"I can't believe we made it! That was sure some shortcut!"
"Think we lost them , Thelma?"

From Upton O.Good

[masumeh]

patrol

On a side street he sat, continuing his nightly vigil.
With the dome light on, he read headlines of the newspaper propped against the steering wheel. The radio blared, calling his number.
The dome light went off, replaced by the red and blues.
Hoping not to make headlines himself, he pulled into the night.


From Timothy Graf

[masumeh]

no words left

Alzheimer's was killing his father. He held the door at the restaurant as his father shuffled in for Sunday breakfast. An older gentleman inside helped, whispering, "You're a good boy" to the son.
After his father died, he always remembered those works, knowing his father would have said them himself if he could have.

From E.Karl Foulk JR.

[masumeh]

it was a year ago

A slight breeze blew as Doug stood staring down at Joey.
"Hello, Joey," said Doug.
Silence surrounded the tow of them.
"Joey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't.
And, Joey_Merry Christmas."
Doug placed a rose on Joey's tombstone and walked away.
"Can you ever forgive me," he asked, "for driving home drunk?"

From Grace Caguimbaga

[masumeh]

last snack

Billy the burglar enjoyed short working hours.
Early one morning he crawled beneath a barrier to enter a house. He removed small, valuable articles and piled them in his car.
His last trip inside was for a snack in from of the television where he fell asleep in the tented, soon_to_be_fumigated house.

From Dolorez Roupe

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june 12, 1994, 10:03 P.M

"Jeez, O.J. sometimes you startle me!"
"Aw, I'm sorry Nicole. I just can't seem to stay away."
"Well, beat it before I call 911."
"But I just wanna talk..."
"Not now here's Ron with Mom's glasses."
"Hiya, Ron!"
"Hey, O.J."
"O.J. was just leaving, Ron..."
"Bye, Nicole. Call you from Chicago."
"Night, O.J."
"Night, Nicole."


From Lach Macdonald

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the demise of old customs

"... So I say, Lady, open your camera."
Sure enough, no film. String of undeclared pearls"
"Excuse me, Chif. What about these big wooden crates from Nagoya, Japan?"
"Hands off! Those go directly to Canaveral. Word from upstairs."
"Yes the boss."
"Anyway, so I say, Lady, if we let every tourist carry in stuff like this"

From Lach Macdonald

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Harry's love

He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves, her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together, Harry and his trumpet.


From Bill Horton

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autumn sonata

An October night. Rams on the tube. Cold cuts and drinks for the guests, who banter about football and food.
Three hours ago, we buried my cousin, 23, needle_tracked arms and all. Hail Marys all around. Now the roar of the crowd drowns the gathering. The autumn moon will soon go down.


From Robert F.Huttle