Story Time, Volume 13
This week's Daily Micro Fiction stories, plus a bonus story at the end
He hauls, joints creaking, back popping, but it’s no use. He can't pull her back up.
A traitorous rivulet of sweat drips down his arm.
"Always aim high," my dad used to say.
I thought it was because he believed in me, wanted me to hold high standards.
Turns out, he just hates birds.
Don't stay out after the sun sets. That's when it comes.
But spin around a little too quickly, and you might catch a glimpse - of a crepuscular being, unnaturally tall, gangly, ambling towards you.
Don't stay out after the sun sets.
A shadow can conceal ill intentions.
But there are no shadows without light.
Being a ghost wasn't so bad, really. She haunted her cemetery happily, twinkling chimes and gusting leaves at passers-by.
She just wished she hadn't been buried in her family plot — she was stuck listening to her mother for the rest of eternity.
When the supreme court ruled gerrymandering unconstitutional, most figured that'd be the end of the discussion.
But technically, they only ruled in 2 dimensions.
Elon-mandering led to some interesting district shapes: one stretched through 240 million miles of interstellar space, to include a particularly partisan Martian outpost.