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“Old Verona” (Microfiction)

She sat beside her husband as the gondola glided through the water. Before their ride, her husband told her that in hundred years, this beautiful city would be underwater. Looking around at the brightly colored walls, the laundry hanging from... Continue Reading →

“From Blue to Gray” (Microfiction)

She remembered where she was the day the bombs fell. She remembered what she wore, the bright colors that donned the awnings above the windows, she remembered holding her mother's hand and laughing. What she could never remember is the... Continue Reading →

Dancing in the Moonlight (short story)

It was just supposed to be a regular date night, dinner and maybe a movie if it wasn't too late. How they ended up under a bridge with the car radio blaring and her twirling to King Harvest, he'd never... Continue Reading →

Snapshot (microfiction)

Jane gazed at the painting while the curator monotonously droned on about modern art. "Gazato wanted to capture the blurring of humanity in the rush of everyday life. The loss of self..." The blurring of humanity...the rest of the tour... Continue Reading →

Rendezvous (microfiction)

She had no business being here. Meeting him risky, beyond risky. But here she stood, alone at the bottom of the escalator questioning whether it was too late; knowing in her heart it already was. Welcome to week 106 of... Continue Reading →

Bay 850 (microfiction)

Roger looked up at the monstrously, old, tanker. He had checked and rechecked the shipping logs, there was no tanker 850 in either arrivals or departures. He was contemplating going abroad when a cool breeze swept across his face blazing... Continue Reading →

Crashing Waves (microfiction)

She stood on black sands and watched as the waves hurled themselves against the shore. She'd dreamed of standing here for so long; dreamed of the bright shining sun heating her skin. She hadn't dreamed that she'd be standing alone:... Continue Reading →

Everything and a Kitchen Sink (microfiction)

She stood in the kitchen, raw anger plastered across a usually serene face. Nothing in this house was hers; not the dishes, the spacious kitchen, the walls that enclosed said kitchen, the house itself wasn't even hers. After all this... Continue Reading →

Just Above (microfiction)

She watched from her underwater cove as the mariners gathered above her. She waited; her father had warned her never to go to the surface but once a year she disobeyed. Once a year the humans managed to set the... Continue Reading →

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