55 Word Fiction: His Song

This one is another 55-word fiction and it looks like I’m quite addictive to it. I almost like write one ever alternate day in my diary. It’s so simple and easy and fun that it really dissolves the writers’ mind and of course put a limit to his imagination with the ’55 words only’ rule! But all the same it’s fun! ^_^

I gazed at the moon longingly. Faraway I could hear the nightingales’ song and the rustling of leaves. The moon shimmered in the lake’s reflection. I smiled and at that moment I could only think of him and his black dreamy eyes. I wished I could be with him and then I sand his song.

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