The atmosphere was palpable. The man who used big words to make himself look clever was speaking. I wanted to punch him. I would of but, I was listening to someone else. Someone who drank expensive wine and had a bad haircut. The whole feeling was stark, it wasn’t realistic. Everyone was pretending. I wished […]Read more "Microfiction: Swirling nobodies"
The room was dark. I had a mattress, with yellowed covers- covers that were originally white and clean. I had a row of deodorant bottles on a rotting wooden shelf and I had a cheap, cuboid TV with a long antenna that didn’t really work, a closet and a record player with half a dozen […]Read more "Microfiction: Rotary screams"