Microfiction Monday #43

The images jostled for preponderance in the letter-outlines, but she saw only the simple bridge where she had said yes to his diamond ring.

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Microfiction Monday #37

"Everything is fun underwater," they cajole her. She almost follows their bubbly laughter. Then she decides she wants to keep her long hair.

Microfiction Monday #28

He hoped if he stood here long enough, they would notice his majestic presence and name him King of Puck Fair. Or his legs would give way.


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Microfiction Monday #27

The sirens waited in vain for ships, playing sea songs and singing.
They sunk no ships, but made a model boat run aground. No sailors died.

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Microfiction Monday #26

He could never have imagined so complete a transformation.
He was an ugly duckling, now a swan. He realised he had not changed so much.

Microfiction Monday #25

They bounced along on toadstools laughing at her astride the hare.
She beat them to the pond and dove in alone.
Now they all saddle hares.