Category: Microfiction
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Microfiction Day 199 – ‘The Power of Persuasion’
“I saw a dodo today.” “No you didn’t.” “I did actually.” “You can’t have done.” “Why not?” “Cos they’re extinct, dummy.” “Says who?” “Says science.” “What if dodos are just really good at hide and seek?” “Why would they be good at hide and seek?” “Wouldn’t you be if people kept eating you?” “Well, yes.…
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Microfiction Day 198 – ‘Imagination’
“Look!” “What?” “Can you see it?” “See what?” “Over there.” She followed the line of his pointed finger. Out on the water she could see a ship, a pirate flag jet black against the bright blue sky, faint cries rich with rum carrying on the wind. In the sky one of the few clouds began…
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Microfiction Day 197 – ‘Creation’
The summer had started gloomy and heavy, the grey clouds pressing onto her shoulders alongside the burden of her grief. It was too much to carry at nineteen. Her head had always been filled with the possibilities of what humankind could achieve when scientific ambition went too far, her dreams turning to nightmares and her…
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Microfiction Day 196 – ‘Play On’
“Why do you always have music playing?” “I don’t. I turn it off when I sleep.” An eyeroll. She was used to his literal way of thinking and speaking. “Apart from when you sleep. Why do you always have music playing?” A smile. He was also used to his literal way of thinking and speaking.…
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Microfiction Day 194 – ‘Road Trips’
“Do you remember our road trips?” She could hear Dylan’s ‘Like a Rolling Stone’ as they drove down Highway One towards Big Sur. She could feel the sun on her face as she tasted her first beer on the cobblestones outside the Menin Gate. She could smell the fresh bread from the boulangerie they had…
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Microfiction Day 193 – ‘Saving for Later’
She pulled a cobweb from her eyelashes. “This is ridiculous. Why do we keep so much junk?” “It’s not junk. Everything in here has been useful and will be again.” “Really?” She held up a VHS player. “Even this?” “They’re retro now. I’ll whack it on eBay. Guarantee it sells within a week.” “And this?”…
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Microfiction Day 192 – ‘Imposter Syndrome’
“You know you don’t belong here right?” “They can see right through you.” “You’re not good enough. Just go home.” “They’re all talking about you. They’re laughing at you too.” She had carried the voices in her head her entire life, a faceless jury that always found her guilty. She looked once more at her…
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Microfiction Day 191 – ‘Salad Days’
The two grey heads bent low over their neighbouring plots. The air was thick with the smell of sun warmed earth. “What are you growing this year Pete?” “Onions. Carrots. cabbage. You?” “Tomatoes. Lettuces. Beetroot. You growing coleslaw there Pete?” “You growing a side salad Rog?” They chuckled over the joke that was as old…
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Microfiction Day 190 – ‘The Process’
It had taken him eighteen years, nine months and seventeen days. But it was finally complete. He put the paintbrush down and picked up his folding chair. Crossing the road to the park across from his house, he took a seat and looked. After so long up close and personal with all of the outer…
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Microfiction Day 189 – ‘Belief’
“Don’t you feel bad?” “About what?” “Exploiting people’s grief.” Mary had expected this when she turned up at the quiet pub for her biannual seance. Although her evenings always sold out, she knew not everyone liked what she did. But this woman with the grey eyes and fragile hair came every time to berate her.…