Bits and Pieces From an Upcoming Micro Fiction Book.
- by Admin
Image by Yuris Alhumaydy She sat on the bed, wearing his shirt, her soul as withered as the rose in her hand. Just ten days ago, he'd come over, bearing that yellow rose. Had she missed something? Should she have seen the significance of that color? So happy to see him, she'd placed the rose on the nightstand, focused on him, and given him a day neither would soon forget. How realistic had it been to expect him not to be with other girls while away from her? He had to have been with someone else. How else could the infection be explained? Still on the bed, wearing his shirt, she placed both hands on her belly, wondering when she'd feel the first kick.
- Incomplete Madness, Vol. 1
- by Admin
Image by She sat, gripping the steering wheel, in pitch darkness, on the side of the road, miles from everywhere, with no cell phone service. The thickness of the woods adjacent to the road might as well have been a rain forest. Other than how to drive them and add some fuel, she knew nothing about cars. She'd turned off the lights, vaguely recalling something her father had once said about how leaving the lights on, with the engine not running, would drain the battery. The temperature inside the car dropped quickly and significantly. Would she be able to make it till morning?