I’d slept deeply that night.
Seven missed calls,
I saw them that morning.
Only one voicemail though.
All tears, regrets and worries.
I called her.
Again,
And again,
And again.
No answer.
Just an emotionless machine.
Telling me I was too late.
Tag: microstory
Yeah Write Microstory #195 – The Writer
From burning hearts,
To burning bridges.
Fires in the bush,
Or campfires in ditches.
Many to all.
The same warm light.
All to none.
Used to hurt,
Used to fight.
But most of all.
Our passion burns,
For sharing the written word.
Yeah Write Microstory #193 – Forever
Hidden nerves,
Not just his but my own too.
There was something in his pocket,
And somehow, I just knew.
Still a beautiful shock,
As he opened the box.
So big,
Yet so small.
Then he asked me,
Those four little words.
Yeah Write Microstory #192 – Home Away From Home
In the depths of time,
And with those loyal brothers;
I could find it there.
In her clumsy ways,
And that magical world;
I could find it there.
Through those fictional lives,
I found a comforting place:
My home away from home.
Yeah Write Microstory #191 – From the Ashes
Like a phoenix. We, as humanity, built lives on this earth from nothingness. So in our endless cycle of war and loss, somehow there is always redemption. One decision could ultimately break us, but humanity will always find a way to survive.
Writing(s) by Anna 