Category: microfiction

The world was black and closed. The curtains were drawn. Rod did not know if it was day or night, whether or not the sun or moon shone. He didn’t want to ...

Trees and a cool breeze and the damp, pungent odor of summer just begun. Diaphanous noon rays burst here and there through a canopy of green, rustling leaves. M...

Out there. Just beyond touch, but close enough to see, she sits upon a raft drifting farther out into the broad ocean. Amber moonlight casts her long, undulatin...

The son knelt beside his dying mother. He held her hand and stroked her hair, and tears fell from his face. A silver necklace hung around her neck with a silver...

He often wondered what his last words would be. His very last thought. The last idea to emanate from his mind before he died. While he held her wrinkled old han...