Story Time, Volume 28
This week's @DailyMicroFiction twitter stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
On a godforsaken island in an unknown ocean, a man sits at a handcrafted desk and writes.
He's been at it for years.
He thinks sometimes about rejoining the world. The book needs another chapter, he decides. And another, and another, and another.
The bird is weary, so weary, yet it can't land. Below it, a fire burns, ripping through the Joshua trees and setting branches alight. On tired wings, the bird searches for safety.
It finds none.
On it flies, flap after tired flap.
He readies his weapons, his mind sharp and brutal. Centuries ago, he would have held a pike, a gladius, a bayonet, ready to engage in glorious combat.
Now, though, his fingers fly across keys. And with precise semicolons, he brings destruction on an untold scale.
A man walks through a field lit with nothing but starlight. The moon is dark, hidden behind a lonely cloud; good, he thinks to himself.
At least they have a sense of shame.
"Batman, look at this chart."
Batman looked. "I don't get it."
“This is bankruptcy data.”
"What's your point?"
"You might not kill, but you're doing something even worse: giving people surprise medical bills."