10 Results in the "microfiction" category
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micro: upon entering the kitchen
Fill for the flower bed retreat warm-up: "language of flowers" in 50 words or fewer -- Flowers wait with coffee. Orange petals, not ones from their garden. A market find. But when did he go out? He’s asleep upstairs. His shoes are dry; it’s been drizzling all morning. Near the back door, bare footprints stamped in mud retreat, return. Clippers on a muddied towel keep…-
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drabble: crawl back to
First time I saw her, both of us twelve, I’d never seen such untamed eyes. Other kids said she wouldn’t survive the winter, but I approached anyway. “You can’t have my bunk,” she wheezed when I told her my name. She’d steal from me in our twenties — the ring my parents left me. I let her keep it. She’d sleep with me, feelings ending at skin. Every time should’ve been the last, yet I always crawled back. Now, decades later, her eyes are still cold, but she’s never turned them…-
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He had read of love in novels, prying its meaning from aging paper—something from another time, like the green forests he could only imagine. He looked for it on faces he encountered, and while he felt for every one, it was not love. He didn't like the boy when they met, and after he'd sent him down the trail, never expected to think about him again. He would not kiss him until they were twenty-six. That kiss would overturn his world, but it would not stop the exquisite ache in his…
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