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.
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.
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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