They part ways at the Sea of Indecision, her reaching for his hand, him leaving a kiss on the wind. Years pass. The sea dries away. She tells her son of red flags, of surrender, bad omens, perturbation. “But could you swim?” asks her son.
“Hm?” Yellow inquired, eyebrows arched high. “She told me to #pluck my chin hair before I considered talking to her.” “Ah.” He glared at the woman, cringing at the other end of the attic. “Ey, lotsa lady werewolves have-“ “Who cares? We got dinner. Skin and clean it.”
Part II I had a dream. Do you dream? We lived the same, died the same. We rode the waves during the day, and at night we’d bring peace. Do you sleep? I had a dream we were free. We lived the same, died the same. You clarified daunting haze. Stole all the night- mares […]
Joy washed-up with baby wipes between a Kia and pick-up. Her clothes were the last remnants of a miserable marriage, long gone. A saxophone’s soulful #cadence wafted through an upstairs window into her alley home– respite from daily pain, lulling her to sleep.
The rain spills secrets. During storms, Layce sits on the sidewalk and soaks in as many as her prying ears can fit. Yesterday, the rain whispered her parents didn’t love each other anymore. It hissed as it washed over and drowned her in sorrow. 1/2 The rain spills secrets and the sun dries them away. […]
The war started with miniscule acts of violence. Taz and Jen held hands on their balcony. Blasts below trembled their building. “Bring it down!” “There.” Taz nudged Jen’s attention to a ray of amber light through the smoke. Her smile was soft, final. “The sun rose.”
Fear swirled at the tips of Kim’s toes, but she paced on. Black clouds shadowed Memory Lane in #vicious gloom. Empty silhouettes ambled through it. A faceless child pulled her sleeve. Her sister. Gone now. “I remember you.” Kim wished she could remember her face. #microfiction #writing
Gil paused in the men’s department. Over his shoulder, beams of white pierced his darkness. He ducked. “Shit.” He’d asked a simple #question. The date. Recording time was illegal now? He loaded 2019 into his watch and twisted the crown. He would report his findings. #writing#microfiction#vss365
They were going to have many questions. He twisted the knob with his paws, had to turn to fit through the door. His mom staggered, clenched her apron. His dad sighed. “Turned you into a dog again?” “No!” “Biscuit, dear?” said his mom. He wagged his tail. #vss365# writing#microfiction
Blood foamed through Paul’s teeth, glistened in a soggy puddle on Cara’s carpet.He grunted, tried to speak over the quakes rocking his body. Cara gaped in #awe. She poked at his crystallizing blood. Rubies. Diamonds. She stuffed her pockets. “More. Drain it all.” #vss365#writing#microfiction