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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9 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 1, 2014 at 8:18 AM

    Oh wow, that last line. I shivered. Great take on the prompt.

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  2. Stacie DalrympleOctober 1, 2014 at 9:49 AM

    This is fabulous. Great take on the prompt and such a powerful punch in 42 words.

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  3. GinaOctober 1, 2014 at 3:46 PM

    This is an absolutely amazing story and piece of writing, Tina! Clever and sad and disgusting and...

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  4. grace blackOctober 1, 2014 at 5:14 PM

    Wow! Loved it.

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  5. Shailaja VOctober 2, 2014 at 1:32 AM

    This was so evocative!

    *Shailaja's Gargleblaster*

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  6. kymmOctober 2, 2014 at 7:42 AM

    Very cool, Gina. And that 'godforsaken' is so well placed! touché. Weighing the daughter. jeeeez.

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  7. AnonymousOctober 2, 2014 at 8:08 AM

    Whoah. Intense! Agree on the last line. Even though you already know what's happening at that point, it still has a punch to it.

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  8. Christine HanolsyOctober 2, 2014 at 10:26 AM

    Oh, man - such a downhill slide in so short a story. Wonderful, wonderful job.

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  9. silverleafOctober 2, 2014 at 2:45 PM

    Brilliant. Searing, heartbreaking and unfortunately probably not far off, but brilliant. That last line. Wow.

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