Tweet fics from this week. Very short stories, microfictions, 280 characters or shorter. Written to daily prompts.
#nuns found my steam#punk comics, they confiscated the lot . You’re #lucky it’s me, wicked girl, said Sister Brigid. Steam robots! Ladies with iron breasts! No supper for you. In the night, #calm, I crept to the closet. Caught with my comics, Brigid blushed.
-What’s in that weird building? -A metaphor. – A what? – A velodrome. – What do you do in there? –
#Cycle round and round. -Then what? -The fastest person wins. -Then what? -That’s it. They start again. -I don’t get it. -That’s life, kid. Don’t think about it too hard.
Budapest. 39° and humid, even before I stepped into the outdoor thermal baths. Enormous and ornate, the spectacle and the steam stole my breath. I lounged, sculling gently among rubber-helmed women and old men playing
#swim – up chess.
He got the call 40 minutes into their first date. Now they’re in a cab, he already pulling on gloves. “Sorry.” She has to act – show him the potential Them. She touches the
#bare skin between his glove and shirtcuff. “Next time,” she says. He goes still, whispers, “OK.”
She cannot tackle the kitchen all at once. The #chaos is too deep.Open a drawer – cutlery, tissues, crisp packets, letters. This is not cleaning. This is rehabilitation. She shakes open a bin bag. Rubbish first. It will need several passes. But she has to start somewhere.
I’m joining in with the very short stories challenge on Twitter and having a blast. Look for #vss365 if you want to join in too – it’s a friendly, supportive community of people who write fiction and poetry in 280 characters or less.
If you want to join in, head to Twitter. Link to, or share a tiny fic right here in the comments.
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