Saw this on Prufrock's blog and thought it would be a fun thing to do. Here are my 55 word short stories.
Her skirt billowed behind her as she walked home. The first tug at her skirt made her think of the drunk at the station. She walked faster. The second tug made her whirl around, ‘bastard’ threatening to slide off the tip of her tongue. Nothing but empty space and the hem caught in her shoe.
She hurried along the alley, the overflowing bin a safe distance from her nose. She realised too late that she had left the front door open to axe murderers, rapists and the boogie man. The rest of the evening was spent downstairs, jumping at every moaning pipe and rustling tree. A knife under the cushion.
(Both are 'based' on things that have happened to me. Yes I'm a scaredy cat. And yes. I'm stupid)