Microfiction Monday: Bug

Marie was tapping her foot when the landlord arrived. Before he could speak, she said, “I want to cancel my lease.” The landlord looked around. Marie was surrounded by her belongings. “But you’re moving in today.” He gestured to the...
Microfiction Monday: The Mask

Microfiction Monday: The Mask

Amelia found the mask at a flea market booth. “A wall decoration,” the vendor had said. Amelia wasn’t too sure. It was the size of a human face, the inside contoured as if it had been molded onto a person. There were holes for the eyes, but not for...
Microfiction Monday: The Mask

Microfiction Monday: Teeth

Danielle stumbled as she made her way out of the bar. Strong hands caught her before she fell. She clutched the bicep tightly, feeling the man’s muscles through his shirt. “I’m sorry.” She giggled. “I don’t usually hook up with...
Microfiction Monday: The Mask

Microfiction Monday: Anticipation

Tiny feet rushed to the bed, propelled by the excitement of the child attached to them. There were surprises in the morning. After prayers and kisses, Mom and Dad headed back into the living room. They watched TV until they were sure their son was asleep, then lugged...
Microfiction Monday: The Mask

Microfiction Monday: Test

Stephanie inhaled slowly, steadying her breathing. She tapped her fingers on the table in front of her, waiting for her boyfriend George to get home. Her nerves were through the roof, and her heart was pounding. This was the most important test she’d ever taken....