Micro-fiction: Stories in 40 words or less (part 4)
Battling Writer’s Block
Aug 4, 2021
Divorce
I spotted my box of fig newtons half-eaten on the counter.
House empty, my wife was nowhere in sight.
Hopefully she took the kids too.
Creative Abuse
My mother was doing that thing, that thing she always
does with the rag in the sink. Sopping wet, no belts, no wooden spoon…
You ever been slapped with wet food particles from last Tuesday?
Won’t make that mistake again.
Imma Get What’s Mine
The last Twinkie on the shelf was pursued by me, and a businessman.
He snatched the Twinkie, I stared at the empty abyss.
But I got a job!
I decided the only solution was to seduce him.
