Sitting quietly she filled in her diary.
Mundane happenings, her family, her feelings.
Once she had started it had become compulsive
to record her life and everyday things,
however boring, even the news on the radio.
"I wonder if anyone will ever read this?"
thought Ann Frank, as she sat in the attic in Amsterdam.
The last entry in Ann Frank's diary was 1st August 1944, this is the nearest Friday I could get with my Flash Fiction.
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.