Category: Microfiction

August, 2012 “I … I can’t … I just can’t figure out why he would do that. Maybe it was me,” “Blaming yourself won’t help, my dear” “Then who do

“Kai!” “5 more minutes,” he says, holding up ten fingers. My four-going-on-fifteen-year-old son is still lying in the snow, a tiny colourful blip in a sea of white. “NO!!” “But

“Anu, I worked all weekend,” Vik remarks. Anu simply rolls her eyes. “It’s true!” I say. “I am not an idiot. Out with the truth!” Anu retorts. “Fine, we did

I watch her thumb down car after car, every unsuccessful attempt inching her away from her destination and bringing her closer to mine. Nine minutes later, I see an SUV

I run my fingers along the embossed lettering, committing the details to memory. Someone has left fresh flowers this morning. The asters are beautiful in shades of orange and yellow.

“No. 16 rejected. Next?” I ask as Mom scrolls through profiles on the matrimonial site. “I love the books so I take bookie job,” Mom reads out loud. “What!!!! Reject!!!”

“The casino? You’ve got to be kidding me! Franklin is not even allowed there! And what about Margo? She just delivered her babies!” I yell at Jonathan. “Not like they’re

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