Loosely defined as 100 words or fewer, micro-fiction is a group of places I find myself in while I have more to say than available words. More restrictive than fiction in a flash of 250-500 words, the micro format is the formation of volcanic islands in the oceans of many planets. They’re stories written on an antique typewriter, compressed into a microchip inside a laptop computer, a place of personal data trust. At 99 words, this is one short…
The man in the rainbow coat comes around every night about now, so that we can dream in colour as he illuminates our path.
Imagined in iridescent armour, I need him more than any white sword. Walking is placing trust with his hand in mine.
If I look, I’m blinded by the light the rainbow man makes for me. So I keep my eyes shut, and I dream in colour.
Tonight he forgot his torch, so we walked while he narrated a monochrome past. I couldn’t see him, but I trusted him when he said he’d brought some friends.
© Steve Laker, 2020