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 Sun

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.”

Memory Lane

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

First Dates

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