The Batch of Micro-Fiction #40
Micro-fiction contributions from all around Substack!
Hi! Welcome to another edition of the Batch!
First one after coming back. The break was great, I wrote a ton of micros that are slowly coming out. It’s really incredible to me, how much travel affects my inspiration. Being on the road is the moment when the stories just start coming to me.
Latvia was a lot of fun, it was cold but in a way beautifully cold. Which sparked a few stories, since I’ve never seen a frozen beach before, or frozen bogs (spoilers).
Our prompt for today is BEACH
Write a story in 60 words!
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The wind froze the tears rolling on her face. Her heart hammered, and pulse rushed in her ears like the waves crashing against the shore.
Dumbstruck, she watched his wishful face turn sour. Snow-encrusted the beach, soaking his knee.
A panicked breath—she was taking too long.
“Yes,” she said, as the world snapped back to normal, “of course, I will.”
Pile
Piles of storytelling dropped from
Bubble
Stories caught in the bubble came from
Castle
Hidden behind mighty walls were stories by
Astronaut
Reaching the stars were stories by
Footsteps
Stories that left marks in the sand by
Thank you all for joining in on this adventure!
Have a great rest of the weekend!
~Miguel
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60 mg of a beach
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The beach stretched endless before me, waves kissing the shore as I traced patterns in the sand, the sun dipping low. A shell, half-buried, gleamed—smooth, broken, beautiful. I held it close, listening. The ocean hummed, whispering secrets only the lonely could hear. Footsteps approached. A hand reached out, warm and steady. Familiar eyes met mine. Maybe I wasn’t lost anymore.
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Good ones, all. Glad you are back.
Jody knew he’d see hospice before he ever got back to Hermosa. He dug out his old Hilo Hattie shirt with the palm trees. Filled two lasagna pans with sugar. One for each foot. Cranked up the space heater. Slathered his nose with the white cream he used for bedsores. And let the tide go out on his own terms.