Short short short short short stories
Yours. Post your story of 100 words or less in the comment section. It’s raining, we’re all a little frustrated by the weather but there’s too much work to do to settle in with “War and Peace.”
The solution. Let’s write–and read–each others short, very short, fiction.
The small white bottle poked through the dirt at the edge of the one-lane road. Joan had walked past this spot for 35 years, always alone. Stooping to pull the bottle free, the smell of wild strawberries–like the fruity scent on his collar the last time, decades earlier. The smell stirred the sound of him yelling and pounding the steering wheel, her own sobs a static fog inside her head as she grabbed the small perfume bottle from his pocket and threw it through the window. Now, filled with sand, a bottle washed ashore.