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

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

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

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

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

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

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