“There’s no hope.”

Sam stared bleakly at Meg as he uttered these words.

“Really? He said that? Wow, talk about a bedside manner.”

“Meg, don’t joke. I can’t. . .lose you. Not now.”

“And you won’t. We’ll show him. You and I.

Together.”

 

24 thoughts on “Terminal- #MicroFiction

  1. Hope…always the one thing that we have…even when everything else is gone. Did I tell you how awesome I think your micro fiction is already? Its like you create a masterpiece every single time. Loved it

  2. Thanks Nate! Glad that came across.

    Yes! I have missed the grids and wanted to come back. Hopefully I will be more regular here on. Just juggling too much 🙁

  3. You’ve created a wonderful characterization with Meg. I like how fast she went from glib to strong. Also wonderful? Seeing you on the grids.

  4. Hope.
    It’s what tides us through.
    Sometimes… no wait, often …. the light at the end of that dismal tunnel.

  5. Wow.. so short yet so profound. You’re indeed a master storyteller my friend. Now, go tell your own and slightly longer one soooooon ok?

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