Archives de catégorie : Micro-fiction

And now I bear an awful burden. I will approach him. He needs to know that I know. She should hear it from him. Her pain needn’t also be humiliation in one fell swoop! I will give him time. How … Lire la suite →

Coffee breath, whisky breath. Long, dirty fingernails. Bushy beard and moustache. Untrimmed nose hairs, untrimmed ear hairs. Ghastly skinny, he forgets to eat but not to drink. He is unkempt and indifferent. He is a genius, a prodigy. They’ll see! … Lire la suite →

It’s a little dream but it’s real and wonderful. She gets rid of everything and moves into a room above The Dominion. She even gets rid of her cell phone. She tells everyone the plan and they agree not to … Lire la suite →

Let’s plan a murder, shall we? It starts with an old-fashioned ride. Out of town, you and I, in a car, not so far. I am the passenger and you make the drive. Imagine. It’s lovely. Off to your family … Lire la suite →

She was a good girl after all and he supposed he should set anchor somewhere. He suggested a pizzeria. She suggested a café with a Paris theme. They decided on a bakery. They’d live up top. They’d be a family. … Lire la suite →