Flash and Micro Fiction


In the loneliness of the day, they know nothing but the heat of the sun. With the clouds hanging low, they caress the cool glassy surfaces of the window-covered structures as the sun fades away. A misty haze leaving dew drops and steam upon those cooling smooth facades. As the day bleeds into night, the city knows what it feels like to be loved.

© Sarah Doughty


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