Microfiction – Mr. Sims

The screen flashed, and a message appeared.

Hello, Mr. Sims. I have a few questions for you?

Mr. Sims looked down at his phone for a minute, then replied.

Who is this?

You’ve been a little out of character this week. Why have you disobeyed the governor’s orders? You are putting us at risk.

We’re not at risk, and the numbers are wrong.

I did not say you were at risk.

Then who were you referring to?

US, your representatives, and your disobedience is putting our power in jeopardy.


Sorry, Mr. Sims, game over. You have been deemed non-essential, and will be deleted.

“Wait!” Mr. Sims exclaimed as all evidence of his life slowly turned to bits.

Microfiction – Green Zone

Millions of years have passed, and all evidence of a technological society has melted away in the earth’s core. Two people have survived in an unknown green zone; a man and a woman. Others live in the wastelands, but they have been too busy to seek them out. A child is on the way, and the woman must stay healthy. After taking a bite out of an apple, she offered it to her husband.

Microfiction – The Night

The short night, the long day.
“It’s too hot, Pappy.”
The long night, the long day.
“I hate raking leaves, Pappy.”
The long night, the short day.
“It’s too cold, Pappy.”
The long night, the long day.
“My allergies are killing me, Pappy.”
The short night, the long day.
“It’s too humid, Pappy. Pappy, are you listening to me?”
“Hush, I’m thinking.”
“About what?”
“The night I should have kept my pants on.”

Microfiction – Who Made Us

“Mom, who made us?”
“God, I guess.”
“Who made God?”
“I don’t know.”
“My friend Billy said we came from two atoms smashing together. If that’s so, who made atoms?”
“I don’t know.”
“Drew said, aliens. Could he be right?”
“I don’t know.”
“Lisa said we came from nothing. Does that mean we don’t exist?”
“I don’t know, but it seems like your friends think they do — I can tell you this.”
“You came from me, and I love you very much.”
“I love you too, Mom.”

Microfiction – The snake slithered by

A bee flew to a flower for its nectar. Landing, he asked, “Where are the others?”
“They have all died. I am the only one left. Where are the bees?”
“They have died also. I am the only one left.”
“What happened?”
“The snake said the flowers were using us, so we stayed away.”
“The snake told us the bees were stealing our nectar, so we hid from them.”
“We should have never listened; we needed each other to survive.”
As the flower wilted, the bee fell to the ground beside her. And the snake slithered by.