Lost – micro fiction

There are a million stories in the naked city, but only one of them can save me. Finding it’s a problem, though.

Every window I pass offers teasingย hints but is it the story? Staring at the starbursts reflected on the glass, I wonder. Where does the staircase lead? If I mounted it, would I find the story I need?

I touch the glass and its cold seeps into my fingers reminding me to move along. Behind me the Bay of Sighs yawns. I’m just a dancer in the dust scattering old love notes as I tap dance through eternity.

The hunt will continue for OctPoWriMo, Oct. 1-31,ย Find the earlier parts of this series here.

for the Friday Fictioneers


36 thoughts on “Lost – micro fiction

  1. The last sentence is divine! Just so poetic and beautifully written and leaves the reader on an exhale, wanting more. I will be keeping up with this series.

    P.S. You’ve got me rethinking my decision not to join OctPoWriMo…

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          1. Will do! And thank you, it definitely is busy over here and not the kind of busy I’d prefer (how heavenly would it be if I were busy because of book tours and fan signing events? haha!) but I’m hanging in there. I hope you are too!

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            1. I wish I had the kind of busy you describe. Instead I am slaving away at an office and commuting to it. After work I am working on Curse Breaker: Faceted, writing short fiction for my website and learning how to promote my book. And I need to outline my NaNoWriMo project. Can we lobby for extra hours in the day? 12 more would be really useful.

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              1. And it will all be worth it soon, Melinda! No one said Life would be easy right? :/

                And 12 more hours in a day would be awesome! But a better idea is to just be paid for existing and doing what we love ๐Ÿ˜‰

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          1. Nononnono. ๐Ÿ˜€ I suck at poetry, I don’t know anything about it and I’m having a hard time writing something remotely resembling poetry in Sammi’s challenge. I like to read it but don’t always understand it.

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