Mi, I feel low. I am trying very hard to yank myself out of it but sometimes, even I don’t succeed. As evidenced by this post’s title and my 55 fiction which you can read shortly. I couldn’t help it. It simply flowed. I am so used to writing full-of-cheer type thingys that this one surprised me. Ah well. This too shall pass, I suppose. I am patient. I’ll wait.

Okay, I know you hate to wait. Go on. Read.

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Waiting to Exhale

(55-fiction)

She looked serene, asleep. Who knew what heavenly thoughts drifted through her mind! Her favorite music waited patiently with her earphones. Sheโ€™d suffered a restless night, tossing, turning. Crumpled clothes were proof, with her unopened bottle of cough syrup. Would she ever wake up? But it was her birthday! Well played, Fate! What a prank!

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The prompt: Your post should contain the three words, earphones, cough syrup and prank.
Weave a story and try and keep these words a substantial part of the story.

That. Is. All.