A Head Full of Snow: A 50-word microfiction

By the time John walks home from school and sees her in the kitchen, his mom has gone cold. He

sits down next to her on the wooden floor and touches her nose and cheek.

John waits for the white powder around her nose to melt, but it never does.

Mary rose from the grass slowly, brushing a few stray blades from her knees, using the headstone for support. She remembered a time when she

The good news is that the puppy is scratching and whining at the back door instead of peeing on Marla’s hardwood kitchen floor. The bad

Jeff hesitated outside Alice’s dorm room door. It was early morning, and he could hear faint chirps of alarms going off in some of the

Darkness had fallen hours earlier. The moon was high over the lush summer treetops. Emily, who had been drowsing on the sofa since suppertime, awoke

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