Freedom (Micro-Psychological-Fiction)
Bikurgurl / Micro Fiction

Freedom (Micro-Psychological-Fiction)

Is this how freedom feel…after a couple of years, I’m out of the shadow…what…oh just the flock of the seagull…ah…the salty odor…the low rumbling of the waves…man, was I away for two years or more than that…what’s that…she’s looking at me…yes…she seems to be an acquaintance…she’s following me…yes…for the last couple of days; from the moment … Continue reading

One Saturday
Bikurgurl / Photo Prompt

One Saturday

  Pearl D’Costa sit down at her table to count the cash. It’s Saturday and she keeps her Diner open thirty minutes past the eleven o’clock–Pearl’s Half Hour Saturday Special her beloved and regular customers named it. But, she cannot count the cash. Her mind is vagabond from the morning after she saw the morning paper. … Continue reading