54 word story, “She”

The tone of her voice struck me, the way she took command over the language. I sucked in my breath and sauntered across the room, her icy stare penetrating my domineering facade. Bending to sit, she unleashed a shriek of astonishment, I jumped in awe. “I think my dog likes you, John.” “yeah, right.”


save me

my caramel skin scorched

by the heat emanating from their gaze,

my hair, flowing like the leaves of birches

in the wind of their sighs

“I’m sorry” I whisper,

to unknown faces clouding my judgment,

to the scorching gaze of my audience,

to the sighing bodies before me.

“save me” I say,

as I look up to the sky,

“your children have failed you”