Category: Microfiction
-
Microfiction Day 3 – “The Colour of Dreams”
She dreams in purple. Usually it’s a soft romantic lilac that allows her to gently fold into herself like a satisfying yawn or one of those stretches where everything pops and cracks in a glorious symphony. But last night her dream was the colour of clouds that have built on a hot summer’s day and…
-
Microfiction Day 2 – “The Silence”
The birds have stopped singing. As I knew they would. First it was the sound of children laughing. That disappeared almost instantly. I never appreciated it when it was there and freely admit to generous eye rolls aimed at too noisy children in public spaces. But then it stopped. And I found I missed it.…
-
Microfiction Day 1 – “The Box”
The final box felt too small for the room, overwhelmed by bare walls and empty shelves. She stood and looked at it, not wanting to pick it up but knowing she could never leave it. Inside were a long-broken clock, a chipped mug decorated with black Labradors and that green jumper he refused to part…