There was a sound in the night.
Footsteps, shouts, doorbells ringing.
Mine rang too. I couldn’t move.
A man was missing, they shouted. Open the door.
I already knew where he was. Seven floors down, his body splayed on the ground.

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“Where did you go?” I asked in my dream.

You laughed. “I’m right here, Honey. Where else would I be?”

Microfiction?

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According to Swedish folklore, a child is born with a fylgia, a guiding spirit that rises from the waters and soars across the sea. Most of the time it will be invisible, but once in a while, it will appear.
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This from George Saunders:
"What story does this story appear to want to be?"
And doesn't it keep changing as we write?
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