Dark clouds blocked the sun as the atmosphere mixed with cold and hot temperatures. Tension rose in an eerie foreboding stillness. “Where are you going?” his tone demanding an answer. She dressed in her most enticing and alluring attire. “You hear me speaking to you. Answer me now!” he bellowed, balling his fists in the air, as gust’s of high…
Tag: Micro Fiction
Her Day
I awake refreshed. Different. Smog-filled thoughts and feelings are gone. The mirrored image reflected as I dress for work decreases my desire to stay home in bed. Wrinkly, spotty, shadowy lines have been replaced with taut, smooth, even skin. An old face was replaced with something youthful. Is that possible? Confidence replaces doubt. The usual dread of interacting with…
The New Routine
Eyes open as I stretch. My face is imprinted with sofa lines matching my suit. Shoes sticky, tie-soiled. The 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…
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