Category Microfiction

Hour Glasses

A leaf slips onto the surface of the winter pond. Seeing his reflection break, a boy turns to his father and asks, “How are hour glasses made?” © Thad Fowler. All rights reserved.

The Start Line

Joe keeps winning races to the start line, and even though those speeding to the finish can’t help but scoff, the cheers from his fans beneath the bleachers, futile as they may be, help him feel justified in pumping his fist in triumph and greeting the clouds as he rises to them. © Thad Fowler. […]

White Space

Guy eyed the words on the page before him, traces of worlds. The white spaces between them looked like cracks a person might fall into. “Darling,” Beatrice said, slipping between the sheets in her tights and t-shirt, black hair rinsing over her shoulders like lacquer. “After you finish reading you will turn your back to […]

The Wretch

The doorbell rings. On the mend from the flu, groggy Hal pushes aside limp folds of comforter, loosening the odor of unwashed body and linen. He shuffles across the apartment in his sweat pants and long-john shirt, opens the front door to garish daylight, blinks. His eyes burn as with a thin film of acid, […]

Envelopes and Leaves

You, your mom, and I click-clacked along a railroad through the forest. Envelopes hung from branches in place of leaves, dappling the light, and here and there the autumn wind loosened one into a flutter. The train stopped, and an attendant in a red vest spoke: “Acropolis Station.” In fact, no station was to be found outside—only beech trees […]

Skinny Santa

With the soft silence of new-fallen snow outside, skinny Santa bats his eyes open from dreams of famine and poodles. It’s the big day, and he pinches at the folds of loose skin on his belly, once more doubting the safety of the strict seaweed and tofu diet that Mrs. Claus has held him to […]

Lucky Boy

The hunchbacked old woman prayed silently and intently in the pew ahead of me. Two hairs spiraled from a growth on her chin, but I could tell she had once been a beautiful woman—something about the steel in her eyes. I listened to her prayers in quiet shock. Not only could I hear her thoughts, […]

A Gift

­­Selwyn didn’t notice when the gift showed up in his hands. His feet were pounding the rubber of a treadmill track and his eyes were watching Ian Kissoff mouth the news from behind the anchor’s desk on a muted TV when the woman beside him in flower-print tights stepped off her elliptical machine. “Lovely gift!” she […]

Berries

Amy looked on from one row over and two desks back, disgusted and spellbound. Lars pulled his finger from his nose, stuck the booger under his desk, and rested his hand on his desktop once more. Blood congealed on the tip of his index finger, a crushed berry. The fluorescent overhead lights flickered and went […]

You Got It!

When his neighbors went to church on Sunday mornings, Arnold drove to Wranglers, a burger joint on Escondido Road. The angel in the drive-thru window kept him coming back. The angel had the cheekbones and eyes of a woman but the lamb-chop sideburns of a man. Arnold spent much time wondering about the angel’s sex, […]