The sand fleas were out in swarms and mosquitos were biting. The sounds of the water made it difficult for me to hear. Hear the voices in my head. The ones that told me to step left or right. #writing #AmWriting #WritingCommunity #author #FlashFiction #microstory #MadWriter #MadStudies #LivingMad
No vehicles at the gas station, lights were a dim glow. “Keep going,” she said. I drove for awhile then asked, “Where am I going?” She said, “you will know the turn when you see it.” I kept driving. #writing #WritingCommunity #author #microstory #author #MadWriter #MadStudies #LivingMad
The suitcase could hold more; but I wanted to travel light. I took off. I didn’t have my phone, I didn’t need the GPS. I had the GPS in my head.
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“This is strange,” I said. “Where are they if they are waiting for me?” “They fell asleep waiting,” she said, “go inside.” One suitcase in each hand I opened the door. Looked around. #writing #author #FlashFiction #microstory #MadWriter #MadStudies #LivingMad @writingcommunity.bsky.social
