This is my microfiction story Oxford Summer as featured in The Simple Things magazine in June 2018.
The long, hot summer before you left, days stretched like elastic; tense with waiting. Too tired to move, we lay naked on the floor; limbs outstretched, fingertips touching. Mouths parched, the awkward words stuck in our throats. Your bedsit tidied into neat boxes, there was nothing to drink. And I hated the tap water, stale on my tongue. We stole powdered milk; mixed it with guilt in the tiny kitchen. Barely palatable, we gulped it down along with our foreboding.
The last goodbye arrived; a hurried kiss under burning sun, engine running. And I noticed your hands were shaking.
Aww. I want more of this, can you make this a series? So good.
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Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I would like to have a go at writing more micro fiction because it is good practise at making every word count. 🙂
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Lots of emotion in this one. Fits the university setting very well.
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Thank you 🙂
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