Label - 55 word story

Ours is the only family in the village that celebrates the birth of a girl child. I am 12 today. The cacophony of women and music is intoxicating. I see the old woman pick up the needle. She tattoos the beautiful paisley on my thigh. The label that flaunts the new whore of the village.

Chemistry - 55 word story

She entered the well-known coffeehouse. The aroma of coffee permeating all around her. But no. Today was not the day for coffee. She ordered the much talked-about strawberry smoothie. Sitting in the corner she sipped the pink drink. Little knowing, that it was all a part of chemistry with the cochineal beetles extract at Starbucks.

Dysfunctional - 55 word story

He swam and raced ahead of his brothers. They passed through a tunnel with no obstacle in sight. The goal, he had heard, was something to live for. He reached the target, awaiting the reward. His only reward were tears. Tears of a woman who could not conceive because he the sperm had been dysfunctional.