I’ve recently decided to dabble in micro-fiction to prepare for an ‘Experiments in Fiction’ 10 week placement for the MA in Creative Writing I am currently studying.
This is the first draft of a micro-fiction piece I have been recently attempting to write, entitled ‘The Return’:
Alone in the dying heat we lie on the hood of the car that is not truly ours. I stare above at hushed stars, beyond remembering how they used to show me the visions of our future and I feel her next to me. She reaches for my hands, her back arching as, bit by bit, she steals a deep breath from the darkness, and my fingers acquiesce. She stares forward at everything I am, her impossibly teal irises animate with the radiance of a dreamer reborn, and I feel her gaze siphon the soul from inside of me. We bathe in the brook; our souls unbodied, our clothes undressed and tonight we return to ourselves.