Home for flash fiction. A place for excellent tiny stories that capture something much larger. A single frame of a moving picture. Microfiction between 100 & 1000 words, any genre.
The chronal pendulum sways to and fro, keeping your eyes fixated on the ceiling despite your desire to close them. You’re sweating. A lot. Unfortunately, wet armpits and cottonmouth are the least of your problems.
Who is that?
You know, that figure in the mirror, surely you see him?
Pay close attention to his appearance. Ah, he’s beginning to rot. Necrosis has taken its hold on his physical form, though it permeated his mind long ago.
He’s coming closer. Look him in the eyes. It’s hard to make out the fine details of his form, save for the birthmark he bears on his right cheek.
Home for flash fiction. A place for excellent tiny stories that capture something much larger. A single frame of a moving picture. Microfiction between 100 & 1000 words, any genre.
