Thursday, October 15, 2009

Flash 55

Sixth grader Sara saved her red dress for this special field trip. She could hardly contain her excitement!

The teacher commanded that the students walk in rows of two as they left the school grounds.

Twenty joyful children crossed the street, while an overweight girl trudged alone - with a sad face, dressed in red.

11 comments:

  1. Dang Bubbie....
    What an EXCELLENT 55!!!
    Not very upbeat...But EXCELLENT just the same!
    Thank You so very much for this touching contribution...You Rock!!
    Have a Stellar Week-End...G

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  2. BTW.....UNO!!!!!!

    (I just LOVE being FIRST!)

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  3. Very sad for Sara ~ unfortunately, it doesn't get much better as we grow older either. Judgments are tough at any age, and so unfair.

    My 55 is posted here.

    Have a wonderful weekend.

    Chef Kar

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  4. Oh no... Poor girl. It's really awful that feeling- yes, I know that well!
    Great 55
    mine's UP as well.
    Have a nice weekend
    ***

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  5. Gosh, I knew that red dress was a sad signal. Great 55 though.

    Death and mayhem in my 55 HERE.

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  6. As one who grew up fat I know how she feels.
    What a sad 55.
    Well written.

    I have finished my 55.
    You’ll find it

    HERE.
    .
    But it’s a groaner.

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  7. the very reason i don't wear dresses, what a touching 55.

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  8. This truly is an entire story...a very sad one as we all know what it's like to be the odd man out. So much said in only 55.

    *ps-you are so observant in your comments. I just happed upon someone elses Kodak moment and stole the 55 image! No idea who those people were :o)

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  9. awww...this one is a bit sad...i think we all know that girl in red. sorry someone stole her joy. great 55.

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  10. I feel for that poor little girl. Well written 55. Thank you for your creative share. My 55 is also up.

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  11. Poor kid! Boy did THAT bring back memories. I wasn't a social kid, and I dreaded every time we had to pick teams, form groups, pair off... I'd be terrified and/or mortified in seconds. You captured how it felt, beautifully.

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