Friday, June 18, 2010

Flash 55 – How Do I Tell You?

Johnny leaned over his desk, reached his arm out and grabbed Sally’s pony tail in his nine year old fist.

Sally yelped, put her head down on her arms, hiding her tears from her classmates.

Puzzled, Johnny left his seat to stand by Sally's desk.

“I just wanted to give you my favorite red pencil.”  

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Write a story in exactly 55 words.

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29 comments:

  1. Aww, Johnny boy has still a lot to learn. Have a wonderful weekend, Nessa :)

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  2. Doesn't that just reflect even adult life?;)
    Have a great Friday,
    xoxo

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  3. takes us boys a little bit to learn...smiles. nice 55...

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  4. Way to go Johnny - ever tried a tap on the shoulder?

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  5. He needs to learn the subtle approach... 'Oi you!'

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  6. That's a man for you - or at least, a mini one!

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  7. Women are such wimps at times...
    Excellently Romantic 55 Vanessa.
    You are one of my favorite Friday stops. Especially since you got rid of Disqus..hehehehehehe
    Thanks for playing, thanks for visiting, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...Galen

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  8. Oh, I used to poke them with the pencil. It saved so much time then. Now you have to be nice...all the time. My 55

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  9. I know some adults who haven't figured out yet how to stop pulling the figurative ponytail yet. Great piece. This one resonates.

    55 Flash Fiction Friday: Silly Rabbit... Sarcasm Is For Kids

    Theme Thursday: Camera

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  10. I guess Johnny's Heart was in the Right Place, he just needs to learn a better way of getting a Young Ladies Attention.

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  11. Poor little thing... he has to learn a better way to get a girls attention. LOL

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  12. Yup, Nessa, another "love story gone wrong." Seems I've read one of those kind here lately.
    :) You're good.
    Be good and have a nice weekend.
    ..

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  13. Ah, young love. So easily messed up.

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  14. Oh Nessa...Finally I find out my name is not Steve...it is JOHNNY!

    This "55" is also for those ANY age, believe me that! thank you for a GoooooD one!

    Here is MINE

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  15. Third grade love. It's exciting. Great 55. My 55 is HERE .

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  16. Us guys are so clumsy. Went to all boys school till high-school. The pony tail grab was upstaged by then, followed by a lamer apology.

    Jim

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  17. I'd say the boy was none too bright, but then I remember chasing the little boy I adored so I sould kick him with my hard patent leather shoes. Pain = love. Scary, no?

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  18. Such misunderstandings--the unintended harm can have needlessly far-reaching consequences. I am glad the little guy spoke up and clarified!

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  19. I remember being outraged when I was a little girl when a teacher told me that a boy had hit me because he liked me.

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  20. I remember being outraged when I was a little girl when a teacher told me that a boy had hit me because he liked me.

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  21. I had one of those boys when I was in third grade...his name was Parker and he was the bane of my existence...he was also in love with me until his family moved in 6th grade.

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  22. ahhh the first steps are the toughest..nice 55!

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