Tag: micro fiction
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Dad Said
“When can we go home?” Arnie watched his mom battle with the campfire. She rubbed sticks together, cursed, then clanged rocks above the cold wood. “Think of it as connecting with your ancestors.” A frog escaped his mom’s frantic fire starting attempts. He counted the colors in the sunset. Five. His ancestors could have probably…
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Her Eyes (Or Untitled)
My eyes trace the same curves over and over, like paper never truly absorbing ink. Gentle folds of skin stand in contrast to stark bone. She had been so … welcoming, so polite. “Yes doctor, please, come in. A drink? Food? Of course, anything for you.” Though she had nothing to give in the end,…
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Nothing Ever Happens Here
One hundred and fifty. That’s how many times I heard people utter it in the days following Jace Daniels murder. “Nothing ever happens here.” Mrs. Daniels let it escape between her fingers while she sobbed. News cameras panned the puffy eyes surrounding her but they gave nothing away. My father slammed his fist on the…
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Knotted Hands
My grandfather planted this tree with roots poisoned after the war.His father watered it, the seed which came before.My father nurtured them, these roots of ruined fiber.This tree grew ever higher.Its fruit, rotting, my mother prepared for me.She sweetened it, tried to soothe it down,Nothing could disguise the smell of these roots rotting in the…
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The Wild Things
The girls stared across the table at each other. Each clutched a brightly colored piece of paper in dirty fingers.The warden tapped his watch.“Which one’s it gonna be?”Hana watched as her younger sister slowly unfolded her small pink slip. Janey’s face contorted into a silent victorious howl as she shot up from her old chair…
Kelley Farrell 