By Kip Knott
Day One
Outside our bedroom window, early spring winds and crows tear the world to shreds. Tomorrow, I’ll have to relight your graveside candle.
Day Two
The Morse Code of my footprints in our slush-filled yard reminds the world I walk alone.
Day Three
One step ahead of spring’s first thunderstorm, I navigate the overgrown trail we used to hike together on your good days. When a flash of lightning cleaves the world in two, I ask you without thinking which way I should go. The only reply is the river’s voice as it tries to break free of winter’s ice.
Beautiful.
Thank you, Vivian!
lovely expressions very evocative
Thank you for reading my story!
From the first line to the last, every choice of phrase was perfect, 101 words making eyes overflow. I don’t believe I’ve read any writing from you before but you’ve got a new fan now.
I really appreciate that, Ramona! Thank you.
Powerful words that linger long after the last line.
Thank you, Gina!
Just wonderful. I love the sentence below “Day 2”. It reads like a poem.
Thank you, Marie! I often approach my microfiction the same way I approach my poetry.