The tree rested on the wall. Its limbs were so tired from the centuries of walking. * * * * © 2015 M. C. Dulac A very short story – new stories based around a picture, every week.
I’ve been posting some of these Very Short Stories on Twitter. Here are five, based around the writerly life. “Leave me alone!” he cried, but his muse had dragged him to the typewriter. * * * * * She closed her eyes, drained, exhausted, but alive. The novel was finished. * * * * Continue reading “Very Short Stories”