55 fiction is a super super short story. One under 55 words to be exact. Initially over 75 words, the idea was successfully narrowed down to 55 words. Here it is:
Rainy Days
Drip.
Rain. Never did like the cold. Miserable weather, too unpredictable.
First time I ever hit back, it was raining. Felt good then.
I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
Punch. Kick. Punch again.
A girl found me there, unconscious. Gentle touch. She said things would be ok.
A hard judicial stare. Behind cold iron tomorrow.
Drip. Drip.