Visit Mr.Knowitall to post your own Friday Flash Fifty-Five Fiction! Old man Faulkner farmed big – his beef fed Ireland. What he wanted, he got. 
‘My little Beth is going to win, ain’t she.’
‘They won’t take… hmm… incentives.’
‘Póg mo thóin! Fix it, unless you want to sleep under a bog.’
Beth wasn’t wild about the “mermaid” solution until those gold medals rolled in.
Random Word: Plastic Surgery
Image Maker: Jan K. France
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.