A “Fifty” is a story with exactly 50 words. No more, no less.

Fifties are flash fiction on steroids.

I found out about Fifties this week from the WordPress Daily Post’s Weekly Challenge.

“Why not try one?” I thought.

Here goes.

(I’ve taken 47 words introducing it.)

The base station attendant was the last person to see him alive as the gondola rose away.

“I could see his breath through the glass.

“Just him and his skis,” she told the officer taking statements.

At the top when the door opened they’d found one bullet, but no gun.