A Buick clipped the sidewalk in front of me careening on two wheels. A baby in a soiled diaper clung to the open car door swinging wide toward me, terrified eyes wide, toes clutching the air parallel to the ground. He let go and flew. I caught him, midair.
*This was just some fun fiction in 50 words. With all my usual wordy bloviation, this was good discipline!
Dear Linnnn,
ReplyDeleteI started 101 words following your example and now you're saying fifty????!!! Arrrgh!
Seriously, this is the start of a short story. Riveting!
Ann T.
Scariest 50 words I've read today!! Good stuff momma!!
ReplyDeleteMy mouth was wide open...fabulous!
ReplyDeleteIf I were the catcher in the story, more that the baby's diaper would be soiled.
ReplyDeleteI can't do a grocery list in less that 50 words.