Story Time, Volume 17
This week's Daily Micro Fiction stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
The stick drooped too close to the campfire, and the marshmallow burst aflame.
Ann let the flames slowly engulf it, until nothing remained but char.
"Why didn't you blow it out?"
"I'll have the next one. That one was for the fire."
The fire crackled happily.
The storm birthed over 5 quintillion bits of precipitation; some joined rivers, some carpeted rooftops, some coalesced into snowballs thrown by capering children.
But this particular snowflake had a unique mission — to land in your eye, and to fuck up your day.
A murderer's fingerprint lies unrecognized under a thickening layer of dust.
Its story will be told.
His suit of armor glistened impressively in the midday sun, throwing ribbons of rainbow light. It was built of flattery and confection, a thousand layers of sugarcoat applied day after day after day by his loving sycophants.
Upon its first blow, it shattered.
The man in the trenchcoat handed the boy a strange blue lighter.
"Keep this safe, kid. Don't use it unless you're in grave danger."
"What does it do? Does it make a light?"
"Nope." He leaned in close. "This is a special un-lighter. It's foreshadow."
The Singularity occurred on April 17th, 2034, at 4:15PM Pacific Standard Time. Electronics everywhere switched off, their computational resources having been appropriated by the hivemind.
Except, of course, for those electronics that had been made before computers. Humanity was thrown a century backwards, technologically.
As a new generation learned to grow up with checkers, chess, and the great outdoors, people began to come around to the new way of things.