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.
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That was nice. I read a mention somewhere about your poems, but do you write short stories too?
Yes, do write short stories, infact, no poetry anymore. The ultimate ambition is the holy grail :-) - A novel..
which murakami did u get?
So can we have some views of the short stories then? I'd be very interested...
Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. :)
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