The Batch of Micro-Fiction #39
Micro-fiction contributions from all around Substack!
Hi! Welcome to another edition of the Batch!
A week full of romance, love… and some macabre as well, because y’all are just dark souls, just like me!
I’ve been less active on Substack this week as I’m swarmed by work stuff and it’s likely not getting much better soon. :/ But I’m super glad to see some new faces joining in (if that’s you welcome!) and also some returning regulars!
Our prompt for today is WAITING
Write a story in 70 words!
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The waitress came to ask me if I wanted to order. Again. The pity in her eyes was so palpable I had to look away. “She is not coming, is she?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she smiled and handed me the menu. A slip of paper fell out - My shift ends in an hour.
Years later, a piece of paper slipped under my door - See you at the alter in an hour.
VOLCANO
Erupting stories by
DREAMING
Stuck in a dream, or a nightmare were stories from
VOWS
Vowed to by awesome storytellers were
FOREVERMORE
Into forever and some more were stories from
BOUQUET
Bouquets of flowery prose came from
EMBRACE
We were embraced by the stories from
Thank you all for joining in on this adventure!
Have a great rest of the weekend!
~Miguel
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02-15 Waiting 70 words
Waiting for grass to grow
Waiting for paint to dry
Waiting for water to boil
Waiting to be noticed
Waiting to be recognized
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting for the right time
Waiting for the right person
Waiting for the right job
Waiting for a clear inspiration
Waiting for the perfect words
Waiting for the sun, moon and stars to align
How much of life is wasted in just waiting?
PROMPT: WAITING
THE CALL
“Your call is very important to us”, said the automated female voice, “You are #84 in the queue.”
And then the music started.
The same song repeating, over and over, as I waited patiently to speak to a real person.
Until finally, after more than an hour, someone answered, and I got ready to discuss my erroneous banking fees.
But it was a broadband helpline.
I’d dialled the wrong number… ☎️😎☎️