#53 words

[xanthippe74]

Drarry microfic: Wound up

Ten minutes in close proximity to Malfoy, and Harry’s wound up as tightly as one of those hopping plastic Muggle toys. The Potions classroom is sweltering. Some absolute bugger is tapping their stirring rod, counting seconds. Malfoy’s hand brushes against Harry’s again.

“Supply closet. Now,” Harry hisses.

Draco swans off, loose-limbed and triumphant.

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "wound."

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[an-oni-mouse]

Upside-down Belief

From the balcony, I watch my children cackle - blind faith in every branch. Like a weathervane in Southsea squalls my own health swings violently. I long for that upside-down belief, the days when I hung like them; trusting my body, my grip, the wood and the air. Now I only brace for impact.

[zero-to-whoa]

I like that photo you just posted

the one where you’re staring at me through the screen

but you’re not smiling to just me, are you

this photo looks better than the ones you send to me

for a while, you had me hooked

but it was never meant to be, was it?

[wrinkly-writer]

Salt

They say you’re supposed to throw salt over your shoulder if you spill it—like God throwing stars over his shoulder to scatter them across the sky. Just a silly superstition. But what if they’re right? What if those stars, those scattering crystals of burning gas and sodium chloride, led me to you?

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[juantofotre]

53 words

The dog came up to my knees, the man to my shoulders.  Both were heavily haired, both were growling.  I dropped my sandwich and jabbed at the man’s adams apple.  He went down gasping.  The dog made his choice quickly: the sandwich.  I had another in my pack.  We left together.