Micro Prose: Five Minutes Past Noon by Melissa Ostrom

Five Minutes Past Noon You beat me, she says, setting the basket by the door. She drapes it with her red cape to await their hunger, strides to the bed, and draws the coverlet down slowly—no snatching haste—to find his nightwear, flannel, incongruous for their purpose, boyishly blue on one so grown. Smiling at his… Read More Micro Prose: Five Minutes Past Noon by Melissa Ostrom