Nighttime Musings


“Life,” he mutters. 
His eyes reflect the twinkle of the night sky as their barrel of fire crackles. 

The sounds of the bridge above drown his ramblings. Still, he continues, “How unlikely our life is in the universe, yet here we are.”

The Barbie – a microstory


The flames licked the charcoal with feverish intensity.

I thought it would be easier. The tiny bag of dulled emotions – these specks of crystal – teased me, “You need me.”

But I didn’t and felt free as I chucked it into the fire.




The Race – a microstory

Delicate hands shift contour brushes, palettes, and lipstick across the vanity in a deliberate routine.

Another goes through the same process and asks, “What’s your drag -?”

Elsewhere, cheers silence the question.

Despite it, Chris answers in a deep contralto voice, “Lady Chrystel.”



A Gift from the Heart – a microstory


“Do you like it, Mummy?”

Her eyes raise from the box to me. “I love it!”

“It’s what you wanted, right?”

“It’s perfect!”

Her manicured hands were vermilion as they clutched at the contents.

“Her heart will look great in the foyer!”




Forgetfulness – a microstory

James panics! – Where is the ring?

He hated wearing it, but his wife insisted when they were going out together.

Only tonight he can’t find it.

His eyes grow wide and sweat pours down his brow. He remembers.

It’s at her place!