Wrizzit

Claire E Moss·Apr 3, 2026

Micro Fiction #6 Her body lay out on the bed; her breath robbed from her lungs, her life robbed from the world. A thin sheet of silk was laid over her. She didn’t want her lover uncovered when the police arrived, but couldn’t imagine laying something so coarse as linen. The lips she often kissed. The hands that often held her. The eyes that looked at her, as if she didn’t know. All were now cold, offering none of the affection she once received. She could be taken, held by lock and chain, or does she join her lover under this burial shroud? At least the latter she would share with no one else. Her own death? Her thief’s hands trembled in indecision.