I have just finished the second round of edits and to celebrate, here is a really long piece of microfiction—50 words!
Painting by Galina Kakovkina… 50 more words
The day was ending. Not the usual day measured in hours, but the kind of day measured in lifetimes. Or perhaps eons. Can one really understand for sure whether one day is on the cusp of another, or if there is merely some ethereal dissolution from one existence to the next? 109 more words