I’d been pretending, these last few days, that you’d run away to your sister’s again, and when I saw you drifting through our home it was my insomnia projecting daydreams Continue reading
Red cloak, blue fruit bruised and sweating, and the forest, washed amber but growing colder, full of snarls and a stream’s sighing and ghosts stirring branches. A basket on one Continue reading
From the chair you ask, ‘Any dreams?’ A beach. In Durban-but-not-Durban. More Aegean than Indian Ocean. Rocks glow indigo under water lucid as Bombay Sapphire. Impossibly still. Silent. Unseen in Continue reading
You shut the door almost but not quite. Every latch’s lifecycle is limited, a tally attached to tasks. Hardware wears out or breaks. Numbers define objects. In your mind resided Continue reading
With a sudden gust, the hat blew off his head and sped on its brim away down the beach. The painter watched it go, brush raised mid-stroke. Should he chase Continue reading
My grandmothers gathered in the village square and passed a bottle of cider back and forth between themselves. They hadn’t RSVPd, so we had to order extra bowls of chips and pass Continue reading
When she is gibbous, I dread. When full, I madden. Waning, she is a jealous old woman. I sew cloaks all day and into the night. My sleep is fractured Continue reading
The Splonk editors have chosen the following four microfictions for their Best Microfiction 2020 nominations. Congrats to the writers and good luck!