In my first micro fiction piece, I used the first line from Antonya Nelson’s Land’s End, “her foot begins bleeding on the beach, but by the jagged funnel of a broken bottle.” This sentence describes the magic love has over pain. In my second micro fiction piece, I used a tweet from my own Twitter; “not going to lie, swimming in the ocean mid September fully clothed is invigorating. Cross that off my bucket list.”
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The crisp air of the autumn rolling in pierced my summer skin. I wasn’t used to the temperature change. Ever since his life was taken I could not control the urge to make something more of my life. I wanted to fly with the birds in the sky and swim with the fish in the sea. I could not keep living my life with the constant regret and sorrow. If I didn’t change soon, the fear of death would take over me completely. It was my time.
Every morning I saw his face. “Sweetheart, it’s a new day. Don’t forget to smile,” he would wake me with. His spirit was overwhelming; I wish I could feel his touch on my skin. I knew every word he would say to me if he was here.
The slight breeze or the warm sensation on my forehead was just his way of letting me know he was still around me. There was one morning in particular that I knew he was with me. I opened my eyes to a little white piece of paper, “take a chance today.” I pondered over my morning cup of freshly brew coffee; what could I do?
I walked down to the beach, the cool air sent shivers down my spine. I took one look at the blue-green ocean and felt the warm sun shine down upon my body. Without hesitation, I took off. I ran as fast as I could. I threw my inhibitions to the wind and didn’t look back. Swimming in the ocean mid-September, fully clothed was invigorating. I can cross that off my bucket list.
I looked to the sky, and thanked him.
The crisp air of the autumn rolling in pierced my summer skin. I wasn’t used to the temperature change. Ever since his life was taken I could not control the urge to make something more of my life. I wanted to fly with the birds in the sky and swim with the fish in the sea. I could not keep living my life with the constant regret and sorrow. If I didn’t change soon, the fear of death would take over me completely. It was my time.
Every morning I saw his face. “Sweetheart, it’s a new day. Don’t forget to smile,” he would wake me with. His spirit was overwhelming; I wish I could feel his touch on my skin. I knew every word he would say to me if he was here.
The slight breeze or the warm sensation on my forehead was just his way of letting me know he was still around me. There was one morning in particular that I knew he was with me. I opened my eyes to a little white piece of paper, “take a chance today.” I pondered over my morning cup of freshly brew coffee; what could I do?
I walked down to the beach, the cool air sent shivers down my spine. I took one look at the blue-green ocean and felt the warm sun shine down upon my body. Without hesitation, I took off. I ran as fast as I could. I threw my inhibitions to the wind and didn’t look back. Swimming in the ocean mid-September, fully clothed was invigorating. I can cross that off my bucket list.
I looked to the sky, and thanked him.
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