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Microfiction: Part I: Meet Kelsey

AI Generated Image of a Black Teenage girl with blue eyes, wearing a blue shirt, with curly, long brown hair. Created with Canva.

She bounces off the school bus, hair flying in the wind, legs shuffling up dirt behind her swirly body.

Kelsey is a 14-year-old athletic ball of energy who recently discovered she is adopted.

Her mother tried to tell her subtly for years, but Kelsey has always been enamored by fanfare and elaborate explanations. She searched for answers and found them.

As she skips down Tulane Dr., the sky smiles at her, the sun whistles, and cars honk their incessantly abusive horns.

She is heading home to nowhere, where no one is family.

Aunt Laura’s Seafood Macaroni-n-Cheese

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Microfiction

Seafood macaroni-n-cheese, pre-bake. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Seafood macaroni-n-cheese, post-bake. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

The house drowned in the scents of shrimp, crab meat, creamy cheeses, and love.

Aunt Laura’s seafood macaroni-n-cheese is what we lived for every Thanksgiving. My cousins, Philip, Dominique, Sydney, and I attempted to sneak nibbles as soon as it floated away from the oven by our auntie’s aged, yet caring hands.

“Get outta that kitchen, y’all! I ain’t playin’!”

That’s our Nana. She means business–we don’t want her wrath. But we want that cheesy and seafood goodness ASAP, so we try again.

“IF I HAVE TO GET UP FROM THIS CHAIR, Y’ALL ARE GOING TO BE SORRY! WHAT DID I SAY?!”

Mission unaccomplished.

I woke up with the main character chiming in this morning, and I simply had to write this piece of microfiction. For those of you who celebrate, may this Thanksgiving holiday be a joyful, peaceful, loving, and blessed one for you and yours.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

Running With the Clouds Part VI

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Jake Understands Now (Microfiction)

Jake sees the Bone Marrow Specialist near his oncologist’s office for a consultation. The staff is helpful. The specialist is knowledgeable with a lovely bedside manner.

His success rate is 94%. Many of his patients live an additional ten to twenty years. His demographic is geriatric, but Miranda pleaded with him to see Jake. He agreed. He said Miranda’s plea moved him.

Now that they have her bone marrow, they can perform the transplant. Jake sits with every detail, says a silent prayer for his deceased sister, and cries softly.

Her death gives him life.

This concludes the Running With the Clouds series. Thank you for reading.

Part I, Part II, Part III,  Part IV, & Part V

Running With the Clouds Part V

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Dominique’s Miracle (Microfiction)

Dominique is a twenty-eight-year-old teacher from Little Rock who has been waiting for a kidney for sixteen months.

Sixteen months . . .

Every day is a struggle for her. How much energy would she use explaining trigonometry to seventeen year olds? Who would be the first to see sweat pour from her fingertips at 1:15 PM?

Dialysis on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday . . . try not to die Saturday and Sunday. And then, Miranda happened.

She’s a match. The perfect match.

Soon, there’ll be no more waiting.

Part I, Part II, Part III, & Part IV

Running With the Clouds Part IV

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Miranda’s Suicide Letter (Microfiction)

Here is my end-of-life note. Please give it to my brother, Jake, once it’s been manhandled & pondered over by authorities.

I, Miranda Charlley Powers, offer the organs in my body to anyone in dire need & waiting for a transplant. My heart, lungs, kidneys, & liver, please distribute accordingly.

But my bone marrow . . . this is for Jake. There’s a Bone Marrow Specialist who believes his method of application can save my brother. See to it that he’s contacted immediately.

More than anything, I want Jake to live.

–MCP

Part I, Part II, & Part III

Running With the Clouds Part III

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Jake’s Pain (Microfiction)

He answered the call at 12:47 AM in a panic. “Next of Kin” meant waking up at all hours of the night when your big sister has done something unthinkable.

“Can you come in to identify the body?”

Can I do what?! She did what?! How was her mental health?! If she jumped from the 14th floor of her building, what is left for me to identify?!

Thunder roared, and the midnight rain poured like it would be the last.

Maybe she wanted to die first . . .

Maybe that’s why she did it.

Part I & Part II