Still searching for an escape, she took a hammer to the drywall.
August 19, 2017 8:28 AM   Subscribe

The Moon in Her Doorway. (Saturday flash fiction) "She didn't know why the moon had smashed into her house, trapping her inside. After working a double shift, she had walked home on tired feet under a night sky. The moon had hung large and low on the horizon, like a silver dollar. It balanced on the hill above her neighborhood. She remembered thinking, "It looks like it could roll into my arms."And then it did. Or almost. It was larger than it looked."
posted by storybored (6 comments total) 16 users marked this as a favorite
 
Thank you, that was nifty. I gave it a 7.
posted by Don Pepino at 10:28 AM on August 19, 2017


There a metaphor in there somewhere. I may try that solution next time something similar happens to me.
posted by otherchaz at 11:37 AM on August 19, 2017


Nice.
posted by Johnny Wallflower at 1:28 PM on August 19, 2017


I enjoyed that, thanks for the post.
posted by kinnakeet at 5:42 PM on August 19, 2017


I really liked that. Thanks for posting.
posted by pushing paper and bottoming chairs at 5:51 AM on August 20, 2017


Sent this to a friend. Love the story's thin atmosphere!
posted by dmh at 1:21 PM on August 20, 2017


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