
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Microfiction: Hunger
In a time of plenty, she joyfully named each child for their birth day. She gorged on the blessings of their laughter. Now she waits, hollow-eyed and trembling, as her meth dealer weighs her daughter Thursday. He pays by the godforsaken pound.

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Oh wow, that last line. I shivered. Great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThis is fabulous. Great take on the prompt and such a powerful punch in 42 words.
ReplyDeleteThis is an absolutely amazing story and piece of writing, Tina! Clever and sad and disgusting and...
ReplyDeleteWow! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThis was so evocative!
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Very cool, Gina. And that 'godforsaken' is so well placed! touché. Weighing the daughter. jeeeez.
ReplyDeleteWhoah. Intense! Agree on the last line. Even though you already know what's happening at that point, it still has a punch to it.
ReplyDeleteOh, man - such a downhill slide in so short a story. Wonderful, wonderful job.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. Searing, heartbreaking and unfortunately probably not far off, but brilliant. That last line. Wow.
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