Winter Wonderland

Hello, and Happy New Year to All! New Year, Same Me, and just as dark and depressing, sorry if you were expecting something else. I saw the picture below and wrote something disturbing, about a woman out in the cold, knowing she can’t stop moving. It’s just as dark and creepy as it sounds… based on the photo provided by Jimmie.

Please note, starting next week I am doing biweekly posting for the microfiction and short stories. I will alternate weeks. More information to come Wednesday.


She squinted her eyes against the harsh glare of the winter sun, and it seemed wrong to her that it could be so bright and yet, so cold. The snap of a branch startled her into a gasp, that turned into a cough as the deep breath of frigid air burned it’s way into her lungs.

She turned, frantic, but there was no one in sight. She wasn’t being followed, yet. She couldn’t feel her feet anymore, and only the sound of the snow crunching beneath her with each step assured her that she was still moving forward.

She couldn’t say for certain how long she had been going, it felt like hours, and her running had long since slowed to a trudge. She couldn’t stop though, no matter how tired she was. If she stopped, even for a moment, she knew that she would never get going again.

If she was lucky, she would freeze to death, lying alone on a winding forest path. If she wasn’t lucky, he would find her, and she would only dream of getting such a sweet relief. Each new noise, sounding like pursuit, spiked adrenaline though her system and kept her moving. She went on hoping against hope that around the next bend, she would find someone to help her.

Finally, she saw a figure in the distance. Relieved, her legs gave out under her, and she was unconscious before her head hit the frozen earth.

For the Love of Dairy

This was written for the six sentence story prompt juice. It is an ode to milk, and the sad story of someone who found out that they will no longer be able to drink it. As I exist partially on cheese, I cannot myself imagine enduring this.


She looked down at the “milk” in her glass, and a frown furrowed her brow. It wasn’t milk, there hadn’t been any milk in months, since she finally went to the doctor about her stomach problems and was diagnosed as lactose intolerant.

She couldn’t do soy, not with her thyroid issues, and as much as they wanted to call what she was trying now milk, there was a part of her brain that remembered the meme, and could only remember the term nut juice.

She stared into the glass a little while longer, trying to get up the nerve to try it, everyone said that she would love it, it was better than milk even, but at the end of the day it wasn’t what she was craving. She probably would have thrown it out, but it was so expensive that she just couldn’t bring herself to do it, it was a waste of food and money.

In the end, she was saved by her roommate, who loved almond milk, and was more than willing to take it off her hands, and Ashleigh had an unsatisfactory glass of water.

No Such Thing as a Free Lunch

This one will speak to anyone who has ever tried to make friends with another human being as an adult. Especially if your personality is on the abrasive side, poor John isn’t sure why he was invited to lunch, but he doesn’t trust it, not at first at least.


I waited for the punch line, and it didn’t come. So, I tentatively, trying not to hope, went back to work. I put it all to the back of my mind until an alarm went off at 11:55, 5 minutes to lunch time. 5 minutes to truth time.

I saved my documents, put away what I was working on, and headed to the cafeteria, hesitant, but hopeful. There he was, sitting at the table with a few others and my stomach dropped. Was it a joke after all, or maybe I was just that forgettable?

I was about to turn, walk out, maybe send a message saying I was working through lunch today, when he turned and caught my eye. He smiled, and I froze.

“Hey, John, you made it, come join, saved you a seat.” He patted the empty spot beside him, and I smiled, which was probably way more awkward looking than happy, cause thats how I roll. So, I walked over, in way that was probably a way too eager, and stated. “Uh just gonna grab some food first” and then went and joined the line.

I usually did the hot lunch, but I was nervous enough without adding the complication of trying to wind spaghetti to the mix, or keep a soup spoon level, so I grabbed a sandwich, an apple, and some pudding. Might have to come back and grab a snack later, but better than getting fries and flipping my lid if someone else touched them. Got coffee though, needed coffee to make it through whatever this is.

When I got back, Chris was alone, and he gestured to the seat across from him. “Guys were on early lunch, had to head back. Just you and me now. On that note, I am going to go grab something myself.” He explained and was up and heading towards the line before I had even figured out where he wanted me to sit.

I sat down, and tried to figure out if I was supposed to start eating,or wait. It had been a long time since someone had wanted to eat lunch with me. I wasn’t exactly what people would call friend material. I was loud, and abrasive, and if my sister was to be believed, pretty fucking obnoxious.

I focused on adding the milk and sugar to my coffee, stirring, tasting, adjusting. I was saved the trouble of what to do about the rest of my food by Chris returning just as I was double checking I got the lid on right. Nothing is worse that taking that first sip, and then wearing your perfect cup of coffee instead of drinking it.

“And I’m back.” He slid back onto his bench seat and grinned again.

“And my coffee is perfect.” I joked, holding it up and taking a small sip. God it really was perfect. I looked across the table, and saw that he had the spaghetti. I couldn’t imagine having the confidence to do this and eat spaghetti of all things, but then again if I looked like Chris, maybe I would.

The standard small talk followed, and then I blew it with an inappropriate comment, only instead of getting offended or chastising me, he did the unexpected, and laughed.

“Really, kind of served her right a little. But don’t tell anyone I said that, wouldn’t do for someone in my position to making comments yanno?” And he was grinning, he was entertained, and I realized that he didn’t want anything. The whole lunch was just that, lunch. The other shoe didn’t drop, he actually seemed amused, sent back a few zingers himself, and like me he was a lot more relaxed leaving the cafeteria than he was entering it.

I want to say I accepted the implicit offer of friendship, and went with it, but well, it was three more months before I realized that we were friends. That was all that this was, friendship. There was no ulterior motive, and it was watching him chat with someone else, one of the other “popular” people at work that made me realize it.

If I hadn’t known him better, I would say he was relaxed, cool, confident, and enjoying himself, but I did know him better now. His shoulders were hunched a little forward, his body turned away, and his smooth answers were too smooth, rehearsed, a little boxy even for him, not that his companion seemed to notice. He was like that with most people, playing the cool guy. He wasn’t like that with me though, he was, shit, he really was my friend.

I watched him another few days, between our weekly lunches and I came to a realization. I might be his only actual friend here. Everyone else came, they chatted, wanted something, got it and left, except for me. I literally just wanted his company, we weren’t even close enough in departments for me to see him most days. If it hadn’t been for that stupid supervisor lunch and learn where we ate horrible food and learned nothing, we wouldn’t have even met.

Next lunch, I had the spaghetti, and when the topic of movies rolled around I found myself blurting out. “Ya, I can’t wait for that to come out. We should go!”

He froze for a second, and I thought I fucked it all up, but then he smiled. The real smile, not the impressive one. “Ya, that would be great, I haven’t gone to the movies in ages.” And I went back to my spaghetti trying to keep my face from showing how happy I was. I think I actually had a friend!

Such a Small Thing…

This one started as a challenge to use certain words, and I suspect if will be easy to guess which ones. I ended up using some inspiration of the talking book from a care bears movie and a gem with amazing powers. Its incredibly strange, and I think raises more questions about what is going on than it answered.


Nicholas tried to give the signal, but he what came out was a wheeple, and Ken didn’t know that they weren’t alone. There was spy, an eavesdropper, an outacust surveying them. He whispered this to Sarah, but she just frowned. You need to get rid of the word-a-day calendar Nicholas, was what she whispered back. Her whistle came out smooth, too smooth, and there was no way of playing off this whistle as a bird, which while informative, was just as bad as Nicholas’s failure.

The eavesdropper fled, but dropped more than eaves as they did so. While Sarah ran after them, Nicholas faltered, transfixed by the small piece of gold lying on ground by the wall. It looked, like a cross of sorts, smallish, like the whole thing would fit in the palm of his hand. The gold may have been what drew his attention, but it was the the gem at the center that kept it, a cerulific light emanating from ut seemed to draw him in.

It was like it was begging him to pick it up, to touch it, and as his hand got closer he could feel the warmth the blue light was giving off. He could almost hear it calling him, calling his name. Nicholas, Niiicchhhoolllaas, it was if it knew him, wanted him, and he could hear Sarah shouting, but assumed it was at their rather elusive spy.

When his fingers finally made contact with the gem, it was like being struck by lightning. Then everything was different, and Sarah, oh, god, Sarah had turned into a GIANT. He turned and fled tripping over too many limbs, and he was only just beginning to realize he had a tail when he was skewered. The last thing he saw the was face a giant cat, and he wondered how such a small thing had made everything so very large.