A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!
She touched the hovering Panda-Pod. "You've saved me three times. Who are you in there?" He looked to the hatch release. "Are you shy?"
Muriel watched the time traveler devour her garden. Unable to shoo the triceratops away, she surrendered and fed it another cabbage.
Molly climbed onto the bed in the dark. "Mom?" Ruth cried, their possum faces nose to nose. They'd changed. Molly's hugs hadn't.
The war left them double amputees, but together they were whole: Her hands built new arms, and he used them to craft her new legs.
"The Fed man's beginnin' to be better, but lookin' more possumy," Molly said. "Like us," Ruth smiled. "Are you likin' him now, Mom?"
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