MICROFICTION
Night Changes
100-Word Story
Published in
1 min readAug 26, 2020
She sat in the convertible, gaze forward, spooning ice cream into her mouth automatically. The parking lot was deserted; the night, warm. She heard tires on gravel; her eyes fixed forward as she continued eating. The car stopped. She paused as she heard footsteps approaching. They stopped next to her, his scent on the breeze. She almost gasped; still she did not turn.
“Is he gone?”
“Yes.”
“Forever?”
“I have no way of knowing that.”
“Do you want company?”
“Yes.”
She dropped the ice cream onto the asphalt as he vaulted over the passenger door and melted into the seat.
