by ayoub | Jul 18, 2023 | Micro Fiction
The following is fiction: A leaf fell. It would be the first of many that would fall from this old beloved tree, but the first to fall since that day in spring. I still couldn’t bring myself to say what had happened on that day out loud. The words froze in my throat,...
by ayoub | Jul 18, 2023 | Micro Fiction
The following is fiction: The crackle and pop of my rice crispies. I’ve missed them. I’ve been somewhat imprisoned for so long, for so many years. Walking around, having experienced so much and then to have it denied to me. So many simple pleasures, lost. I moved...
