I saw this lovely idea of a new game – short stories in 55 words or less, on Mr. Prufrock’s page and thought why not give it a try myself! Here is my attempt at fiction under fifty-five. Didn’t realise it would be so tough!
I sat quietly, waiting, my red dress a flag, my brown face a beacon in a sea of Japanese faces.
Peter Cat. A jazz bar once owned by Murakami.
He arrived, and we decided to leave. “Your place or mine”?
“Yours”, he replied, “Mine is at the end of the hard-boiled wonderland”. The bar vanished.