Tag: micro story

Hurrying up to wait

She was waiting. Everything was so slow these days. Even those things that were to be rushed went at a snail’s pace. Then again what would be the point in rushing if you just hurried up to wait? None if it mattered, anyway. You rush to become dirt. […]

Almost robotically

She craved sweetness in her life. Hmm. Sugar. Sustenance. Mixed in with saltiness. No bitterness. There was too much of that in life right now. She cracked a few eggs and went about making breakfast for everyone. They all needed (wanted) their eggs cooked differently. And, she would […]