Micro Fiction

  • The Lolly Shop on Hope Street

    The little boy followed the balloon through the Summer streets. He knew nothing of the balloon except that it was red and tied with a glistening blue string: and that he must follow it, wherever the wind might float it.… Continue reading

  • Lavender

    They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender. How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe. How sweet it was, just to be. Side by side. Alive.   Continue reading