I recently was reminded there was such a thing as micro-fiction, thanks to Nick Campanella — you should check out some of his, they are really good!
I am working on some stuff this week so thought I’d take it easy and do a micro-fiction today. Hope you enjoy!
Warm
The house smelled of her when I got home. I walked room to room, touching the framed pictures, her robe, her hairbrush. No one was here. It was dark now, but I went out again. The rain was getting worse. It was icy cold, cascading down my neck and back like a polar flood. The graveyard was only four blocks away but in that time, I felt like I had drowned twice over. I found her grave easily enough. I laid down on the dirt. It was warm. Underneath the thick scent of mud, I could smell her.
x P.L. McMillan
Awesome job, and thank you for the kind words! The imagery really makes you feel like you’re right there, going from room to room with the protagonist, and laying in the mud without thinking twice about it.
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Thanks! When I gave this a go, I realized how much harder it can be to write an effective story in only 100 words! It’s definitely a challenge!
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Yes! Every word has to count!
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That was incredible. I expected a take on moving on after a breakup and was surprised to find this exploration of grief in so small a form instead. Very well done.
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Thank you, Nick! I really appreciate you checking out my work and commenting — I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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