That perfect photograph

“Madam, I’ve removed all the marks on the photograph.”


Beaming, he smiled up at me, in all his 20-something eagerness, conscious of having done the best possible thing for a client.

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Vanished #Microstory

Vanished #Microstory

Into these hollows
of grainy sand
Into the powdery texture
that covers everything

Into the crashing waves
that send shivers up my spine
as they inch closer to my feet

It’s disappeared.

Without meaning
Without hope
Without explanation.

The days are short.


Terminal- #MicroFiction

Terminal-  #MicroFiction

“There’s no hope.”

Sam stared bleakly at Meg as he uttered these words.

“Really? He said that? Wow, talk about a bedside manner.”

“Meg, don’t joke. I can’t. . .lose you. Not now.”

“And you won’t. We’ll show him. You and I.