Microfiction

Cadence

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.

Microfiction

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."