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More From the Trunk of My Car


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Bits and Pieces From an Upcoming Micro Fiction Book.

  • 0 The Heights of Passion 

    Image by Nkululeko Mayiyane   At two o'clock in the morning, fueled by an unrelenting yearning, it had seemed like a good idea. Now, a twelve-hour drive later, nine feet in the air, hands and toes clinging to the plant-covered iron trellis, her views had changed. Quite clearly, her body told her, she was no longer the high school gymnast she had once been. Fingers ached, arms trembled, and toes burned from gripping the trellis, which rose against the wall to the roof of his house. His face, eyes wide with horror,  flashed before her eyes. He'd find her, she was sure, lifeless, splattered on the brick-paved ground below.

  • 0 In The Shadows

    Image by Danny G He’d been waiting for two hours when he finally saw it with his own eyes. That’s when everything changed. He’d known what to expect, at least, in terms of what he’d see. What he hadn’t expected was how he’d feel. Standing in the shadows, behind the trees, he dared not move, afraid of betraying his presence.  The ground, littered with dry crispy leaves, twigs, and small rocks, was his enemy. One wrong move, the whole thing would be over. He’d have to wait until they left. He was at their mercy, not wanting to be there but unable to leave, not wanting to look but unable to look away.

  • 0 The Mansion

    Image by Celina Albertz The deep breath she took to calm her nerves did no such thing. Wondering if she’d made the right decision, she stood, facing the long-abandoned three-story mansion.  Once a striking display of luxury and well-kept gardens, it was now a dirty, hollow, neglected shell of its former self. The windows, yawning in her direction, revealing the darkness within, together with the gardens and wrought iron fence, suffocating in overgrowth, were enough to keep most people away.  She, however, wasn’t most people. She knew the risks involved. She’d tossed and turned in bed, then looked herself directly in the eye in her bathroom mirror, acknowledging the insanity of it all. Still, she’d made this decision. She was going in.

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