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creative, earthquake, fiction, flash, louisa, microfiction, virginia, writing
“Oh, my God! It’s ending!” she screams.
“The news or the world?” I wonder as I begin to walk to the front room. Then, I feel it too. I trip as I run to be with her. I hear the front door open over the dishes rattling.
I am in slow motion. I can’t get to her quickly enough.
Then, I see her through the window.
She is running barefoot with arms raised through the fields with her pink housecoat flapping open in the wind.
And, I laugh.
First, it’s a chuckle, then a guffaw, then near hysterics.
Then, I am engulfed in the old sobs.
http://www.nbc29.com/story/22256989/23-magnitude-earthquake-hits-louisa
This is quite good.
I’m curious that you would tag this “microfiction” and not a “poetry”. Perhaps you would rather not analyze this, but I am trying to learn how best to categorize some of my own work and the term “microfiction” wasn’t around when I studied creative writing.
Can you tell me how you distinguish between “microfiction” and “poetry”?
most poetry is grouped together differently on the page than prose. this grouping, to me, is microfiction. hope that helps. :)
And again, I am in awe of your wonderful writing. (I know, I know … I sound like a broken, scratchy record. Yikes! =P) I adore the images in here. And, like with all of your micro fiction that I have read so far, how this little story tells so much in those “empty” spaces between the lines.
“She is running barefoot with arms raised through the fields with her pink housecoat flapping open in the wind.”
My gosh. There just isn’t enough love for this. One of the most weirdly beautiful, wonderful things I’ve ever read.
thank you so much for your kind words. it makes the writing worthwhile. :)
The teasing last line makes it for me. Old sobs.. much to think on after thee stroy is read.
glad it got a reaction.
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