Microfiction
A Long Walk
“Soon,” he would tell his friends, who cared for him in his old age, “I will go for a long walk into the mountains.” A week later, bedridden, his gaze softly turned up to meet a beloved friend for the last time, a goldfinch, perched on his windowsill. Observant, the man’s subtle expression, teary-eyed and smiling, wasn't comparable to the overwhelming beauty of their reunion and the intense feeling of the awareness of life in its entirety; experiencing two final blessings. The two would be found sharing a bed, and the journey of a walk into the mountains.
By Gissell Morfin3 years ago in Fiction
Why put on a mask?
A young employee named Michael with poor self-esteem was promoted. But the reality is he couldn't reconcile himself to the new office and position. So what he was doing on working hours is pretty bad attitude which is pretending as if he is working. Days goes on. One day when he is sitting on chair he heard a knock at him door.
By Vishnu Priya3 years ago in Fiction
