micro-fiction by Andrea Cannon
Sharon rolled over in bed, into the warmth of her husband. She draped an arm across…
I’ve got you captured behind my lensHow long I’ll keep you? Kinda dependsMaybe till fruition, maybe till tomorrowFor this moment here…
I arrived at the ticket counter later than I’d wanted. Flustered from a series of mishaps I faced while getting here — a bus stop that…