Tag: Microfiction

Running With the Clouds Part II

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Miranda’s Reasons (Microfiction)

Her days were never about her. She worked twelve-hour shifts for a measly $6.25 per hour plus tips.

In Pensacola, Florida, the stress from her job is as hot as the weather. She hated her boss. She hated where she lived. And her boyfriend, Rick, finally confessed to cheating on her.

To make matters worse, her baby brother, Jake, was diagnosed with multiple myeloma two weeks ago.

Killing herself seemed appropriate . . . it seemed right. She’ll die so others can live.

Part I

Running With the Clouds

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Microfiction

Terry had been all over the world searching for the perfect match. He needed a new heart. Since the forklift accident, doctors haven’t been able to regulate his readings. His body wouldn’t cooperate.

Until . . . he met Miranda; a forty-two year old waitress from Pensacola who jumped to her death on a chaotic Friday night from the top floor of her apartment building.

Her heart beats in his chest– he’s running with the clouds every day. And Miranda’s spirit rests.

Brought Back to Life (Revised)

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Microfiction

Photo by Rahul Pandit via Pexels

Sold into flames, fiery pits sing of the determination of willful souls who know only the battles of their homeland.

Dead then alive, then dead again, human resurrection; phoenixes rising up, resisting the shackles weighing them down. We move to get away from ourselves. We seek peace in other lands — eager to take over other worlds. Will our legs carry us to places unknown?
 
Temptation comes in two forms; young or old. We crave them both. Is this life’s crown? Are we waiting to be brought back to life while we struggle to live? 
 
Are we?

Revised version originally published in soliloque via Medium.

wild child

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microfiction

Photo by Marek Piwnicki via Unsplash

My little wild child stands in the woods–blows the dandelion seeds into the air and captures them when they fall. I look on with a smile plastered across my worried face. How long will she have in this world living wild and free before this world comes for her? My little wild child–notices my frozen, frustrated face and collects her seeds–places them in my hands . . . “Better days are growing, we just can’t see them right now, they’re only seeds.” My little wild child . . . lights up my life . . . lights up my life.

The Funeral

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Microfiction

Photo by Wojtek Mich via Unsplash

She laid his suit out on the bed. A freshly pressed blue shirt. His favorite speckled necktie. Blue and black cufflinks.

He would look great at his final foray into the crowd. She’ll remember him fondly. His crooked smile. His hopeful laugh. The nasty nights of arguing. So many nights of arguing.

He never saw the machete she wielded in her hand. His last words were, “I never meant to . . .”

She doesn’t miss him as much as she thought she would.

Originally published in The Weekly Knob via Medium.

The Dare

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“Underwater Experiments” microfiction challenge

Photo by engin akyurt via Unsplash

She maneuvered underwater like a mermaid. She took to it naturally. The task at hand, the dare . . . Hold her breath for six minutes. Easy Peasy, she thought.

She flailed about rhythmically, flowing with the current. She smiled at the fish that swam by, encouraging her confidence.

A sudden tremor in her legs . . . A hiccup in the plan. Four minutes passed but she was losing air. Could she? Would she . . . Make it?

This, we’ll never know.

This is my contribution to end the Microfiction Addiction “Underwater Experiments” challenge in A Cornered Gurl. We had a great turnout with fourteen submissions, all of which, have been published and can be found by visiting our “Community” tab in the publication. It was a fun challenge and I am glad many took part in it.