We eat our microwave dinners on trays in front of the television. I listen to him chew, mouth wide open. His teeth clink the silver of the fork. I stare at him. He turns to me, eyes flat.He focuses back on the television. I thrust the knife into his neck. He chokes on his meatloaf.
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Micro Fiction — “He’s Sleeping”
“He’s sleeping,” mom says. “Shush.” He’s been sleeping a long time. Her daughter is being loud. She turns down the volume on the tablet. Mom walks to the kitchen. Spaghetti is written on the weekly menu for tonight. She pulls the noodles from the pantry to cook. She watches her daughter playing from the open
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Flash Fiction — “Three Nights” by Amilee Palmer
She waited by the door. She was waiting for him to come home. The first night she didn’t sleep at all. She watched and waited and nothing. The second night she lay in their bed. She stared out of the window until the sun rose high. The sun was shining and he wasn’t home. She
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Micro-Fiction — “Dinner”
We eat our microwave dinners on trays in front of the television. I listen to him chew, mouth wide open. His teeth clink the silver of the fork. I stare at him. He turns to me, eyes flat.He focuses back on the television. I thrust the knife into his neck. He chokes on his meatloaf.
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Micro Fiction — “He’s Sleeping”
“He’s sleeping,” mom says. “Shush.” He’s been sleeping a long time. Her daughter is being loud. She turns down the volume on the tablet. Mom walks to the kitchen. Spaghetti is written on the weekly menu for tonight. She pulls the noodles from the pantry to cook. She watches her daughter playing from the open
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Flash Fiction — “Three Nights” by Amilee Palmer
She waited by the door. She was waiting for him to come home. The first night she didn’t sleep at all. She watched and waited and nothing. The second night she lay in their bed. She stared out of the window until the sun rose high. The sun was shining and he wasn’t home. She
