This short story is an example of a 55 Fiction story. Using only 55 words I packed enough for the reader to picture this scene. This assignment taught me to not waste words. Late for Class
Jennifer raced down the abandoned street, bouncing through every pot hole. Already late, she sped recklessly through the dense fog. Suddenly, a train’s loud horn flooded the car with relief. As the stripped arms folded stubbornly across the tracks, Jennifer silently celebrated, “I’ll blame the train… good thing I’m not giving a test first period.”
Late for Class
Jennifer raced down the abandoned street, bouncing through every pot hole. Already late, she sped recklessly through the dense fog. Suddenly, a train’s loud horn flooded the car with relief. As the stripped arms folded stubbornly across the tracks, Jennifer silently celebrated, “I’ll blame the train… good thing I’m not giving a test first period.”