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mwm_pngA 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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