Stories
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Micro-Fiction Corner: A Miracle In Negative
The photographs in the old parish album had all failed in the same peculiar way. Every person appeared pale against darkened surroundings, faces reduced to luminous hollows while clothing, walls, and furniture absorbed the light around them.
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Donor
There was a knock at Tim’s front door. Impossibly, there was a knock on a day there shouldn’t have been one. Not that it was a big disturbance…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Beautiful But Broken
A diagonal crack divided the glass from upper corner to lower edge, which explained why nobody else bid on it. I liked the damage.
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Every Detail But None
The police sketch artist spent thirty years producing composites so precise that witnesses sometimes recoiled when she turned the drawing around. She credited patience.
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Rampire Princess Igloo
The children invented the game during a winter so cold the gutters froze solid. They built a snow fort at the dead end of the block, packed the walls nearly shoulder-high, and carved a throne into the center.
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Micro-Fiction Corner: The Scarlet Maw
The tavern had operated under that name for so long that nobody remembered whether it referred to the red door, the stained-glass windows, or some forgotten owner with theatrical taste.
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Micro-Fiction Corner: The Wisdom of Rice
Long after guests switched to bubbles, bells, flower petals, and biodegradable confetti, she arrived with a small cloth pouch and ignored anyone who warned her about birds.
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Hell, If This Ain’t Heaven
The retirement home sat beside a wide bend in the river, beautiful enough that families repeated the same phrase whenever they first toured the grounds.