Part of my ongoing series.
When I was growing up in New York City, I often saw people from the future. They talked to themselves and we whispered “Crazy” and “It’s too bad” and sometimes gave them a quarter. Now it’s the future and I know they are talking to their agent on the Bluetooth. I want my quarters back.
I would really love to see more of this micro-fiction stuff. If you post a story, let me know! It doesn’t have to be 55 words, of course. You could do 100 or even more, but it is my personal opinion that the fewer words you have to work with the more you can challenge yourself to make them count.