Tag Archives: microstories

Star-crossed

I traded minutes for kisses, hours for the slide of your skin against mine. I drew out every second, unwound them one by one: my fingers, your hair.

In that perfect moment when time no longer mattered, the lark began to sing.


Tailor

I thought I had bundled myself against you, had sewn myself into this shroud and made myself untouchable. I thought you would not find a way back in.

It seems I left a button in your pocket, a knife, needle and thread.


Deliverance

“They call me Glory.” It is a use-name. This matters less to the thick-necked bureaucrat barring my way than to his masters.

Burdened by the weight of a name I was not born to and do not want, I swing my sword.


Siren

The water lapped at my ankles and I thought, what if I just kept going? Would it be so terrible, to taste your name like salt on my tongue?

The water lapped at my ankles. I dug my toes in the sand.


Winter

I balled up my grief between my hands, like snow, until the cold settled into my bones. I imagined I could hear your voice calling me into the house.

My fingers opened; I left my sorrow under the junipers, waiting for spring.