Microfiction – Page 9 – Post Modern Existential Horror

Robustness (part 1)

Amnesia wasn’t the issue. Ezekiel remembered the last five years down to the last detail. He had had jobs and relationships. That was all. He was in an office now. Or he was undercover for special police. A reporter for a tiny newspaper in rural Arkansas. A bartender in a pansexual strip club. A line… Continue reading Robustness (part 1)

Utopia

Nestled deeply in her favorite chair, Caroline took a sip of piña colada and contemplated the beauty of the universe. She knew exactly how large it was, and was comfortable with her relative insignificance. She heard a noise behind her, and turned her head to see who it was. Though she lived alone, she had… Continue reading Utopia

Teenager

He stared at his hands in disbelief. He hadn’t even been angry, not very. Not enough. Only a psychopath would act as he had acted, but he wasn’t a psychopath, he knew. “The asshole had it coming,” he told himself, but he didn’t believe it. He tried again. “I didn’t have any other choice.” The house… Continue reading Teenager

Hetero

She poured the last several sips of wine down her throat and stared at the ceiling. The gentleman seemed nice enough in his well-fitting suit, but he didn’t seem to like her. His smile was plastic and conciliatory. Desiree hadn’t been out in a while, certainly not on what one would call a date. She… Continue reading Hetero

Bills are stacked so high in the room that they take the place of furniture. From under a pile crawls a man. He picks up one of the few letters without dollar signs. “I’m leaving you,” it says. He throws it with the rest of the junk. His cat has died facedown in its food… Continue reading Advertisement

Abridged

His main duty was to sweep the front porch every morning and every afternoon to keep out the fleas. Mary Lou bought several cases of lima beans. They ate nothing but for years. The children found a set of false teeth in the yard. No one ever found out whose they were, but they became… Continue reading Abridged

Vice

No one knew his secret, that he was the Vice President of the United States. Out fishing with the boys, sometimes the conversation would turn to foreign policy or federal interest rates. He had to bite his tongue. His wife suspected something. She came home one night and overheard part of a conversation about diplomatic… Continue reading Vice

Agreeable

As he sank to his knee, she felt sickness take over the rest of her personality. She’d known this was coming, as he had been giving hints all week. She’d hoped hers had been even less subtle, but he had gone on using future tenses, musing what their child would look like. He had asked… Continue reading Agreeable

Saint

The lady was nervous. She had not been to see him before, he was sure, because he knew all his parishioners down to the last detail. Though he could not see her face, he would have known her by her breath, or by her hesitation. Those he knew learned not to hesitate. When eventually she… Continue reading Saint