Here’s my newest set of 35 word stories, brought to you by the best time of day, mornings. Also, coffee. More short short stories are here. Thanks for reading. -K
The coffee was proxy
for words we weren’t
to say, just yet.
Marriage dawning in
two strong cups.
Her books, stacked, almost reaching the ceiling.
Alphabetical, all of them.
An empty whiskey bottle, face forward.
The kitchen window, cracked open.
The TV, mute.
Whatever happened last night?
Despite the evidence,
she remained clueless.
Morning sneaks in
when she least expects it,
interrupting her private relationship
with the dark.
It is relentless, that light,
requiring her to get up
and give up her misery.
Try again, one more day.
Charise woke, tangled in sweat and sheets,
genuinely disappointed she hadn’t
sprouted wings, as her 2:00 a.m. dream had promised.
Flying would have been handy today, and she was looking forward
to a carefree commute.
Photo by Kim Tackett. Marc Chagall’s Four Seasons mosaic mural in Chicago.