Here is some especially tiny fiction written--in a flash--for this contest. The prompt was to write forty-two words about The Meaning of Life (Or the meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything). I have to admit that fewer than fifty words is challenging. My handwritten draft was about 100 words.
Carol hooted with laughter, blasting everyone with biscotti crumbs. The women cackled with her, spilling tea, wiping tears, and rousing the sunbathing cat. Her husband sighed, rolled his eyes, and smiled despite himself. The tedium of life dissolves in silly summer afternoons.