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…
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…
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…
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…
The Splonk editors have chosen the following four microfictions for their Best Microfiction 2020 nominations. Congrats to the writers and good luck!