“And the award for best belly flop goes to Parker Hanover!” Parker scooted down in his seat. This was not what he’d hoped for from the Amateur Dive Competition. His wife gave him a shove forward. “Take your #wins #where you can get them.” #366FF #flexvss
Category Archives: microfiction
Cheers
“Instead of being jealous, you’re celebrating my promotion with #cake and #wine.” “You’ll #dive in and steer the firm out of the current #storm. A toast to you on the #cusp of greatness!” She leaned to give a #glimpse of cleavage to distract from the crystals in his glass.
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Etiquette
A Snowdrop By Any Other Name
“They’re so hopeful,” she said, “like #irises in the #snow.” He rolled his eyes. “Irises don’t grow in snow. Snowdrops do. Hence the name.” His #highfalutin ways were grating on her nerves. Little things do #escalate, she thought. She’d bury him under the irises.
The Bitter End
“#Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” he said. She’d kicked him out of the car after another fight about his drinking and #gambling. He took another swig anyway and certainly felt more fond. Of her, of this place, of everything really. He felt warm nestled in the #snow.
A Flower-Eat-Flower World
“This heist is a #gamble,” she said, pulling her hair into a #ponytail. “We won’t have the #luxury of time, and we’ll have to be dead #silent.” “It won’t #bloom for another ten years, and I’ll never finish #graduate school without a corpse flower.” Botany, she thought. Who knew.
Ships and Shoes and Sealing Wax?
“It is a #conundrum,” he said, spinning a #coin on the table. “Like the #walrus or the carpenter.” “What?” He shook his head pityingly. “Your profile said you liked poetry.” “Bathroom!” I left the “#high-profile attorney” to his fancy coffee and slipped out the back door.
It Was With Us All Along
“So where’s this #gateway between worlds? We’ve been in these woods for an hour. I thought you had directions. You’re just #winging it, aren’t you? I’m going back to the #village. Which way is it?” “Right here. It’s the gateway between life and death.”
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Drumming Up Business
As the #storyteller, #resplendent in a fine green coat, wove his tale, the smell of #onions descended on the #village. Later, they’d receive his bill for a counterstory to replace the strong odor with a fragrant breeze.
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Mind the Gap
Accepting a date with this tourist had been a mistake. “I love the way you talk here.’Mind the #gap,’ what does that even mean? Adorable.” She stepped around the dimensional portal in the sidewalk and looked back. Oh, dear. He hadn’t minded the gap. #whistpr
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