“Daddy, watch me” she mouthed. He smiled with a feeling of déjà vu. He was reminded of the time she constantly said those words – when she danced, played piano, did cartwheels. Then, he watched her alone. Today, the world watched with him as she went on to do her floor routine at the Olympics.
wow…what a crisp one !! amazing…
Thanks Panchali, this is one of my more positive 55 fiction stories. The others all tend to be disturbing, dark, most times.
sweet and smart. First time at this blog. liked it very much.
Thanks Dr… I am glad you liked it
Welcome to the blog.
yessssssssssssssss now that is a achievement
One of the happier 55′s, isn’t it Bikram? I thought it was time for one
neat. i am presuming there is a word limit for comments on a fff post.
Nope, no word limit on comments. Feel free to lavish me with praise
hey, this one is cool. i like such posts
Hey Deb,
Great, I’m glad you liked it.
short. sweet. and to the point.
Great to find a fellow flash fiction advocate on here.
stop by truelee fiction some time.
New flash fiction on TrueLee Fiction
read. enjoy. share.
http://trueleefiction.wordpress.com/category/flash-fiction/
Hey Jimmy Dean,
Thank for stopping by and commenting. did check your site out and liked the one about the space gadgety thing that counts down
All is well that’ ends well
Thanks Farida, anything that ends with a spot on the Olympic team has to be good