Here’s a micro piece that was rejected from a fifty word story site. I mean, maybe it’s not as good as my story of the week fifty word story, Homecoming, but it’s not bad for fifty words 🙂
I didn’t care when she talked about her dreams. I didn’t notice new haircuts or compliment her outfits, not once. I nodded without even putting down my newspaper while she prattled at breakfast. I never heard anything until she said, “I’m done.”
I’m listening now but she’s no longer speaking.