Microfiction
Possession is Nine-Tenths Above the Law
For Nadine Warren, her long ordeal was over. It was supposed to be a happy time for Nadine. She and her husband, Josh Foster, moved into an elegant home--somewhat old-fashioned look, but elegant. The move was part of the couple celebrating a year of wedded bliss, and they were very much in love, acting like the newlyweds they were.
By Clyde E. Dawkins11 months ago in Fiction
Fresh Bread
Every morning, Uncle Vinnie filled the neighborhood with the smell of freshly baked bread. The aroma floated over the bustling streets, bouncing along on the heads of the rushing men and women who were on their way, lemming-like, to work. Focused on what they were doing, on what new problems would face them when they reached their cluttered desks, they didn’t consciously acknowledge the smell of the bread. But its magical scent reached out to capture them: tickling their noses, making their mouths water, relentlessly turning them away from their harried, rushed mornings, and leading them to Uncle Vinnie’s bakery. They would arrive, bemused, confused, hypnotised by that wonderful aroma, to find themselves standing before Uncle Vinnie’s counter with no idea how they got there, or what they wanted.
By Laura DePace11 months ago in Fiction
