Microfiction
"I Can't Catch My Voice"
It did not begin with a clear diagnosis. It began with a sweet memory of her. Her mental illness arrived slowly enough that, at first, it seemed like ordinary aging. She misplaced things. She repeated a question she had asked only minutes before. We laughed sometimes with kind intent, the usual way families do when something petty goes obviously wrong. It was comfortable then to believe that nothing serious had begun.
By Lori Armstrongabout an hour ago in Fiction
It Started. Content Warning.
Smoke billowed from my lips, a cigarette that was nearly burned up between my callused fingers. A sense of wonder overtook me as I started out the window into a city filled with people — individuals who struggled, who fought, who lied, but also who paid for the next person in line, who handed money out to strangers on the street for nothing in return. Someone had probably just died alone, somewhere slightly out of my eyesight, and wouldn't be found for weeks.
By J "Griffin" Roomsabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
To Your Great Love
Hello, my name is Paula, and I am John's ex-wife. I don't know why I was invited, but I was. What did John and his new wife, Cathy expect me to say. Cheers to the way you always have treated your sons, and cheers to the way, you always made our sons, seem second fiddle to Cathy's daughter, Cindy. But this isn't about the children is it, it is about yourselves, and your great love. I trust that now that you have tied the knot officially, you will have the decency to send your child support here on time. Cheers!
By Susan Payton3 days ago in Fiction
