At her touch the raspy scales constricted and coiled, tensed into an anxious lowercase e. She gently slid her fingers under until the coil lay in her palm.
Category Archives: Micro Fiction
A Smart Accessory to Murder
Alexa, play that song that goes, “those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl.”
Sunshine, Lollipops and Airport Delays
Terrence had never been one to just suck a lollipop. No sooner had he popped it in his mouth than his teeth were clamping down, chipping shards as sharp as glass.
That Georgian Bay Blue
Take me to a place where gnarled cedars force their roots through ancient glacier-pitted rocks, clinging to the face of an escarpment that is older than humanity.
While Some Throw Rocks at the Object of Their Fear
At her touch the raspy scales constricted and coiled, tensed into an anxious lowercase e.
The Heart Makes a Poor Compass
Somewhere in the dusk a bird begins its goodnight song, the tune more mournful now, more wistful now. What does he know?
Please Don’t Sign the Guestbook
The Airbnb was quaint and quirky and we blew in with the wind, strewing makeup bags and wine coolers across the place like our signature: four best friends, there to whoop it up.
Buried Alive
She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
Be Chill My Beating Heart
I thought about him all day, kicking myself for not asking his name. I had no idea I’d have another chance.
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