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Micro Fiction – Bid for Freedom

Ally’s back! And with some great micro fiction! Drop by her site to see for yourself…

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This is my attempt at micro fiction, let me know what you think. I wrote the long version then tried to get all the points across including plot in under 250 words (I did it in 220).

He eased the window open, just enough to squeeze through, then flung his bag out and lowered himself gently, dreeping the last few inches to the ground. He didn’t want to be caught like the last time. They’d increased the security but he had it sussed.

He waited, listening for an alarm. Silence. He picked up the bag and made his way across the field to the copse, looking back to check no-one was following. He ran on to the clearing. The car was there. Unlocked. Opening the door he slid in. A quick fiddle with the wires and it revved into life. He smiled thinking about Lucy. He checked his watch.


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The Fruits Of His Labor

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When I take a good long look at things, I guess I’m more of a pessimist and H is an optimist.

He procrastinates getting things done, while I want results immediately. I’m still waiting on new front and back doors and two closet doors. They aren’t as high on his agenda as they are on mine.

There are articles in this house – and outside – that do not need to be here. He doesn’t mind weaving in and out around large pieces of furniture we don’t need or use. I do.

I love to mark through things on a list. It makes me feel as though I’ve accomplished something. I make him lists of the things we need to get done around here, but he tends to ignore them and has a plan of his own that doesn’t usually include my list.

He putters around the yard and babies his plants that I see as dead or dying. Last year I laughed at the twig he called a fig tree. We had moved it from the backyard to the front yard so it could receive more sun and it lost all its leaves, making it look as though there was a dead twig in the ground. Granted it’s only about ten inches tall, but look at it now. I was wrong. I’m sorry.

Now I’m wrong again. H has carted this pineapple plant in and out of the cold weather for at least four years. It’s prickly and he always seems to put it where I get stuck when walking past it.

There is hardly enough room in this house for us, much less, plants that need to come in for the winter months like the snowbirds who show up in town every year as soon as snow starts falling in the north. I begged him to either put it in the ground or get rid of it. I had no faith this plant would ever bear fruit and when he excitedly called me outside to look at his two pineapples this morning, I had to eat my words.

There is still the matter of that fence that needs to be removed from the backyard. It’s on his list.


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