Mini Fictions
I’ve always been compelled by the way stories can show life in its fullest, even when the story is short. A glimpse into our own lives through the fictional lives others. This account is dedicated to those glimpses.
All work is my own.
- “She can’t keep getting away with this,” he said to himself, standing outside the front door. How could he not have seen this coming? How did he not see any of the signs? He sighed, steeling himself, and opened the door. “Surprise!” everyone yelled, a “Happy Birthday!” banner behind them all.
- He watched her walk away and get on the train. She found a seat on the side closest to where he stood on the platform. She found his eyes and smiled a small, sad smile as she waved at him through the window. He waved back. If they never saw each other again, at least they saw each other.
- The window was open, the sound of a few birds interrupted by the occasional rumble of a car driving by. It smelled like rain outside. She glanced out the window and saw her neighbor step outside with an umbrella that was comically too small, one surely meant for a child. She ran to grab hers.
- Reposted by Mini FictionsShe drove, window down and wind in her hair. The summer sun was warm and inviting, slowly setting, making the road in front of her glow with light. She might not ever go back. The wind whipped her hair around her head, one moment a tangle and the other a halo. She smiled. She kept driving.