A micro story inspired by the original limit of one hundred and forty characters. #140story

Mirror

Erik splashed water on his face. He could feel eyes on him but surely the men’s room was safe.

His reflection quietly disagreed.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Engine Trouble

When the slipstream engines cut short, she knew it was trouble. When the viewscreens showed her only void, she knew it was the end.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Fireflies

Sometimes stars fall, come crashing down and splinter into shards of light. They flicker in the night to remind us how fragile the dark is.

Sunday, September 7, 2014