Microfiction

“Mama, what’s this?”  April held the photograph out for her mother to take. Beatrice took it and turned it around in her hands.  The edges were a bit torn up and there was a coffee stain in one corner.  The memory, however, was pristine.  Two people laughing in a room...

The sun set for the last time, and darkness consumed the earth. It wasn’t natural. Nothing was anymore. The entire world had been counting down the days until the last sunset. But nothing could truly prepare the population for what they would experience when it...

I turned around, and there she was.  As beautiful as the day I left her.  The year was 1957.  There was nothing special about it, except that we were supposed to marry.  Just not each other.  She was engaged to a wealthy businessman.  He would be able to take care of...

Will stared at the glowing key in his hand.  This had to be a joke, a cruel hoax.  He didn’t deserve to hold something so monumental.  It was a fake.  It had to be.  And what was there to find? Will looked up from his hand, scanning the street for the man who’d placed...