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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 Victim

    Image by Manny Moreno Wishing it hadn’t come to this, she turned back for one last look. The car, a cloud of dust behind it, slowly rumbled into the distance as he drove away from her. It could have been different; she’d hoped it would be different; in reality, it wasn’t. It was at that moment, standing in the soft breeze outside her country home, birds whistling in the trees, chickens clucking in the yard, that love turned into sorrow. Sorrow turned into hate, and hate brought with it a raging desire. At that moment, with a fire billowing inside her, she realized she had a side she’d never known before. She would no longer be a victim.

  • 0 The Occasion

    Image by Banjo Emerson Mathew The old man’s decades of back-breaking labor in the fields, under the blazing sun, unrelenting cold, and driving rain had come to this. Following his wife’s death, when his son, his only child, was just three years old, he’d agonized through life to put him through school, all the way to medical school. Someone had asked, ever so casually, what he was going to wear for the occasion. He hadn’t had the energy to respond. After all, what would have been a good answer for such a question? How do you dress for the day in which your son is going to hang?

  • 0 A Weekend from College

    Image by Sorin Gheorghita She stopped abruptly, listening intently. She heard it again, clearly human, several feet into the woods alongside the half dirt, half gravel road. Her stomach tightening, she clung to the straps of her backpack, frozen in fear. She dared not breathe but quickly realized she had to. Her car, broken down two and a half miles behind her, could offer no refuge. Grandma’s house, still three miles ahead, wasn’t any better. Between the two places, nothing but woods and more woods. Visiting grandma, who refused to leave her childhood home in the mountains, had seemed like a good break from the usual college routine. It would have done some good for grandma to see another human being for a change. Whether or not that could still happen was now in doubt.

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