Mid-Week Muses: “Viv, are we a thing?”

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

The scribe ignored the fortune in emeralds 
around her. Instead, he grasped the slave 
girl's hand and they ran for their lives. 
He strode ashore amid a sound of thunder 
and gunfire. Time travel mutation or not, 
the Sergeant would fight alongside his men 


"Caught Somewhere in Time" started to 
play. The pair of orcs locked eyes, 
then thrashed heads to the driving 
rhythm of the drums. 
Shaking, the engineer crossed a wire. 
Unable to stop the launch, he saved 
billions with a premature nuclear 


She returned to find an empty booth. 
Amber first scanned the restaurant 
for her date, then sank alone and 
stunned into her seat. 


Alex took the pistol from the dashboard. 
His daughter crawled onto his lap, and 
guarding her warmth he watched for 


Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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