Microfiction Monday – 47th Edition


This week’s artwork is “Potentially Unsettling if Made into a Wallpaper” by Connor Fieweger.


Potentially Unsettling if Made into a Wallpaper - Fieweger

Too Much of a Good Thing
by Jackson Freud

They were eating pizza on the couch when she asked him.
“Do you still find me attractive?” she said.
Robbie chewed his mouthful of cheese and salami, taking care not to swallow it too soon lest he be forced to answer the question.
“Robbie?”
He wiped his fingers on a grease-stained napkin, drained his beer and turned up the volume on the television. She yanked the remote from his hand and said, “Babe?”
He sighed. “Too much cheese. Why do you always have to order extra fucking cheese?”

Slug
by L.L. Madrid

Mother said Broden pulled my hair because he liked me. She said that if I just ignored him he’d lose interest. By late summer, the neighborhood children ran feral. They leered as Broden pushed me to the ground, pinning my arms with his knees. The sun burned in the cloudless sky but I didn’t dare close my eyes. One dirty hand squeezed, forcing my mouth open. The other pinched a fat, oozing slug. Grim-faced, Broden shoved the slimy creature deep inside me, mollusk skin scraping off against my teeth. The other children cheered. I suppose they liked me too.

Across Town
by Andrew Bertaina

Across town my wife is on a date with another man. And here I am, like a flower, gathering light in the window and thinking of her. And just imagine that as she reaches for her coffee, or suddenly takes his hand; imagine if she just as suddenly thinks of me, the two of us miles away, lonely for one another.

Forever Winter
by Jareb Collins

“Death is the gentle passage from the horrors of this life to the blessings of the next.”
At least, that’s what Reverend Tommy always said.
Poetic, I used to think.
Far be it from me to argue with a man of the cloth – seemed like bad karma. But as cyanide slowly burned a hole in my gut, I couldn’t help but feel like I was stuck in a frozen boxcar hurtling down a rusty track. I shivered violently, a bloody froth bubbling from my lips. The world began to fade; I almost regretted escaping the eternal flames.
Death was cold.

Silent Spring
by Brett Blocker

The thrill of paper targets was short-lived. Same with the cans on the fence post. He’d graduated to birds now, and the feeder proved an inexhaustible supply. Every day after school he fed the pile. Swallows, chickadees, robins, it made no difference; their beaks all shattered as fragile things against the steel bb. Some lay where they fell. Cats carried away the others. In time, the yard fell silent, distant branches found new use, and animals flicked their tongues in defiance.

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One response

  1. Kenny Chaffin | Reply

    Well Done. Great Stories!

    On Mon, May 2, 2016 at 8:04 AM, Microfiction Monday Magazine wrote:

    > gtowell posted: ” This week’s artwork is “Potentially Unsettling if Made > into a Wallpaper” by Connor Fieweger. Too Much of a Good Thing by Jackson > Freud They were eating pizza on the couch when she asked him. “Do you still > find me attractive?” she said. Ro” >

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