Mini-Fiction

It Was Time

She'd fought against it for so long. She hadn’t thought that this day would ever come. She'd dreaded it, longed for it, prayed against it, prayed for it, wept over it, laughed about it, and yet here it was. Everything she knew was about to change. Everything unfamiliar for which she had prepared was about… Continue reading It Was Time

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Mini-Fiction

Gerry and Adele

I'd just picked up my prescription when Gerry took off down the road. Our town isn't that small geographically, but it is--was--a one industry town, and when the factory closed, people moved out. It’s not a new story, and it’s one that’s been repeated all across the country, ever since manufacturing moved to Asia. I… Continue reading Gerry and Adele

Mini-Fiction

Better Late Than Never

I've been meeting weekly with a writer friend to play at writing. I have tea, she has a latte, and we write randomly for fifteen minute stretches. I'll be posting these mini-stories weekly until I run out! Here's today's installment: He had waited twenty years to return it. He had driven five hundred kilometres to… Continue reading Better Late Than Never

Mini-Fiction

Rough Cut

Here's a little something I wrote for fun today as a timed exercise: The King Edward Hotel was not specifically fitted out for aliens, especially water breathing aliens, but fortunately, the Gnasticollas were used to the terrestriocentrism of many provincial planets, and arrived with their water helmets on and other necessary equipment in conveniently packed… Continue reading Rough Cut

Mini-Fiction

Sometimes on Sundays

My life exists from Monday to Friday. On Saturday I acquire the necessities of life, thus supporting my existence. I shop in the morning, in the afternoon I cook, and in the evening I do laundry. But Sundays are an endless and meaningless day. There is nothing between me and the absurdity of my other… Continue reading Sometimes on Sundays