A Collection of Colonel Jack’s Microfiction, told in under 160 characters.
Bill saw the signs but tried to ignore them. Shortness of breath, elephant on his chest and cold sweats. One day it was too late. Love.
He asked, “Why do you speak Spanish at times like these?” “Love sounds better that way,” she said. He never spoke English again.
Looking across the creek Jimmy weighs his options. Does he swing out on the rope and risk failure, or stand here and accept it?
He sits waiting for her to return. Birds sing, a cool breeze brings the smell of honeysuckle, and the sun crawls slowly across the sky. No worries!
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