Wrizzit

Claire E Moss·Apr 2, 2026

Micro Fiction #5 She’d cried herself to sleep again. Her mother couldn’t bear to wake her, as rest has been scarce. How could she be blamed? Her father decided her life the moment she was born. As any business venture, she was invested in, and now he required a return. As with she, so was her mother, an asset to the family. Wealth and favor gained for the price of blood and flesh. Memories of those first nights and days when she was sent away, burdened by his weight in the night, burdened by responsibility in the day. What would it hurt to let her have this rest in dappled sunlight? To have peace for a little longer more, until she too must live a pre-ordained life.