Mid-Week Muses: “Your tomorrows are my yesterdays”

A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!

The mob around Asil was merciless, 
a chaotic maelstrom of blows beating 
the tween girl to the ground. She 
went down like a lioness 
#1lineWed

The golden idol sat serene at the 
center of its taboo pond. She dove 
in, then drowned mired in the tar 
beneath calm waters. 
#ThruLineThurs

Clair waded into the mob. Angrily 
unlocking her power, her touch 
brought painful spasms as she became 
a living taser. 
#Thurds

Navigating confined spaces by touch 
alone, she clutched the stone walls 
of the tomb in total darkness... 
calm in a world she knew. 
#FictFri

Beth brought the shuttle to a gentle 
touchdown. A routine flight, but the 
child doing somersaults in her womb 
seemed to enjoy it. 
#SciFiFri

Finger on the trigger, Tina smiled 
shooting the rottweiler dead. Then 
a cold barrel touched her ear, and a 
shotgun was cocked. 
#SlapDashSat

Steel guitar and country twang 
surrendered to the off-set rhythm of 
an idling station wagon's windshield 
wipers. 
#SunWIP #ViviansLast

"Your tomorrows are my yesterdays," 
the old man said to his teenage self. 
"Trust me... talk to her twenty years 
before I did." 
#MuseMon

Viv jiggled the limp and broken knob. 
“Did your door have an accident?” 
“Yeah. Me," Gronk said with an orcish 
frown. 
#2bitTues #ViviansLast