Flash Fiction in the form of a 58

Fifty-eight words, that is. A Fiction in 58.

Bisque
He thought about calling over the waiter, since there was something definitely swimming in his lobster bisque. He spooned off the succulent meat to a small plate, went fishing into the saffron-colored soup. With a squeak, he’d pinned the offender to the bowl side. As he expected, a sea fairy had been brought up from the depths.

2 comments:

missalister said...

This should happen to me. Just because it’d be so cool! I love this mini-story, especially With a squeak, he’d pinned the offender to the bowl side.

Well, it’s just you and me again, T. Fine with me. I’ve been snooping around the holidays-stricken internet like in a museum after hours and the guards are all snoozing between the moonbeams :-D

peggy said...

I loved it as a tweet and I love it as a 58. This is imagination at its best. I just keep wondering, what if? and how cool is that?!