Story Time, Volume 26
This week's @DailyMicroFiction twitter stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
A dust devil spins in the rearview mirror, marking the time in its whirling rotations.
It's still there — has it gotten closer?
There's a million stories inside every drop of raid. The molecules of h2o carry secret tales; of tears, of joy, of sweat and blood.
If atoms could talk, what stories they'd tell.
It’s a generation of gamers. An infinite variety of apps at our fingertips, an endless modern-day arcade of amusement.
Gone are the quarters — but in their place, we spend something infinitely more precious.
The siren wails, alerting the villagers to the oncoming tsunami. Most flee. Some hide.
But here I stand, ready to face the oncoming tide. Desiccant packet in hand.
He walks forward slowly, sweat beading on his brow as he descends. His mind conjures images of torture, and there’s a faint whiff of burning flesh.
A boulder blocks his way. He cannot leave the path.
Stymied, he waits. And waits. And waits. And waits.
He wonders when his torment will begin.