Category Archives: Micro Fiction

Great Men Think Alike

Posted on November 27, 2016 by vb guenther

The paint on the metal railing is peeling. I look past it, over the revolving-bed hotels, by-the-week tenements, abandoned shipping terminals, to the sea. Calm today, the gray water fades into a hazy, blurred horizon, signaling an overcast morning marked by the unbearable heat … Continue reading →

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View From a Park Bench

Posted on January 8, 2016 by vb guenther

The ancient sycamore spreads above my head. The branches on one side stretch far from the trunk. They grow up and out seek new horizons respect the guidance of the past. On the other side the tree’s limbs are stunted … Continue reading →

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“Frozen Dreams”

Posted on September 2, 2015 by vb guenther

The wild winds of January spiraled o’er the gray bay stole its mist, its frigid waters absorbed its basest core. The wintery gusts iced purloined beads exhaled on sailing ships left sleet in cracks and crevices of cobblestones and bricks. … Continue reading →

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“The Catharsis of Song”

Posted on June 10, 2015 by vb guenther

I start to hum. A black tale of love found and love lost. Slow. Like a funeral dirge. The inmates in adjacent cells join in. Voices up and down the line add words and volume to the monotonous murmur. Guards … Continue reading →

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“Too Late?”

Posted on May 21, 2015 by vb guenther

Cutthroat men are slashing bitter boys are smashing their way through the city. Victims of their hatred mortals, objects sacred destroyed without pity. Is faith validation for human damnation and slaughter of the past? Is fostered cruelty behind brutality and … Continue reading →

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“My Name is Bob”

Posted on April 28, 2015 by vb guenther

(I’m not very good at writing about myself, so I thought I’d tell the story of Bob and why Bob is Bob.) I am from the middle. I’ve always been in the middle. Like my name Bob. B on each end … Continue reading →

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“An Alliterative Absurdity”

Posted on April 16, 2015 by vb guenther

The radiant rays of a reticent sun resolutely remain reclused behind a resplendent rose-colored cloud. They refuse to reappear as requested by the resounding roar of ritualistic revivalists who seek to recruit the reluctant rural residents with their reinvigorated regimen … Continue reading →

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“The Magic of Mother Carey’s Chickens”

Posted on April 11, 2015 by vb guenther

I stand on the bow of the ship. The wind cleanses my face but the rain does not dilute the pain in my heart. A minor storm on the weather chart it rages as a major assault on the nucleus … Continue reading →

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“I Can’t Think….”

Posted on March 27, 2015 by vb guenther

I can’t think about the sixteen teenagers who are but a half-generation younger than I. I can’t think about the pretty young woman I’d like to ask to tea. I can’t think about the Siegfried singers I heard perform so … Continue reading →

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“The Beauty of a Big-Boned Woman”

Posted on March 25, 2015 by vb guenther

She is called Mary Elizabeth a name that conjures dainty little ladies with white socks and black patent leather shoes. My Mary Elizabeth is tall a big-boned woman. She has a head shaped like the globe of the world and … Continue reading →

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