Barrel of Breadcrumbs

Category: Flash Fiction Fridays

  • The Meet-Cute

    I couldn’t believe it. Two months of waiting for the local apothecary to get this specific flower in stock, one that was picked on the other side of the world at the height of the fourth full moon. And here was some kid, claiming that it was his. I was the only witch for a…

  • The Magician

    The graceful stroke of a brush, the flowing line of ink following in its wake. Lines crisscrossing on what amounted to paper this far away from Earth. Alessia dipped the brush into the next color—blue, for a successful terraforming—as the crowd looked on in appreciation. Her little stand at the market on base always drew…