Category: Micro Fiction

Her Day

I awake refreshed. Different. Smog filled thoughts and ideas flushed away. The mirrored image reflected as I dress for work increases my angst to stay in bed. Wrinkly, spotty, shadowy lines have been replaced with taut, smooth, even skin. An old face replaced with something youthful. Is that possible?  Confidence replaces doubt. The usual dread of interacting with work acquaintances…

The New Routine

Eyes open as I stretch. My face is imprinted with sofa lines matching my suit. Shoes sticky, tie soiled. Mini shredder bin next to the sofa is loaded with paper and a sickly spew. Standing brings on vertigo, so I sit down near a blanket speckled with what resembles the stuff in the bin. My stomach churns as I reach…

Vincent (series) Patient Representative

– Patient Representative – Vincent was feeling a lot better today, as Dr. Chadman had advised. The black teen lying in the other bed with a white sheet covering him, not so. Fishel passed away in the middle of the night. The unexpected death came quickly. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Litman, got the call about 3am. Crying and shouting woke…