Neel Mehta does this thang where he writes a short story each week, with the caveat being that the story must be exactly 55 words in length. He calls it "55 Fiction Friday". Other bloggers have hopped on the bandwagon.
This is intriguing to me, but aside from the occasional exaggeration into absurdity, I have no abilities in the area of fiction. I will, however, attempt to write a 55 word non-fiction blog entry about my most recent trip to a public restroom. Here goes:
A man stood in front of the restroom door. "I can't open it. I just can't," he admitted cheerfully.
Warily, I opened the door and he peed alongside me, regaling me with unwanted tales of germophobia and OCD. Afterwards I washed my hands slowly to see how he'd exit the bathroom.
He used his elbows.