Monday, September 5, 2011

3 microfiction (between 20-40 words)



Sanctuary
Spokesman

Grappling for the air of freedom in the cathedral, her eyes gazed at the lit candles that seemed to mock her.




Work DaysSpokesman

engrosed in the lethargy of holidays; the young assistant jammin' to Rufus & Chaka Khan while the world races to blurs outside.



Boaz
Spokesman

Work days...more work days and no respite. She wasn't aware that each time she worked he watched her; admiring her...she was beautiful, but then all moabite women were.




©2011

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