Panic - a drabble

I start to panic. I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow, let alone ten years from now. I don’t know who or what I am. Am I a good person, or even a nice one? How many opportunities do I miss every day? My pulse quickens and my breaths come shallow and fast as I become overwhelmed by the vastness and insignificance of my life in the huge, unfeeling universe.

What if my best days are behind me? What if I haven’t made a difference?

Then he puts his hand on mine and smiles at me, and I’ll be alright.

Brother - a microstory

Carrie's diary, 12th Feb

In my dreams, I always have a brother. His name's Liam, and I dream about him a lot.

It's strange to wake up and only have two sisters. Every time I walk past the computer room and don't see his battered trainers hanging over the door, exactly where I know they should be, it pulls at me a little bit. Like this isn't how things were supposed to be. I can't talk to my parents about it, it would be a bit weird... they'd think I'm crazy.

Liam's diary, 12th Feb

Carrie's new meds not working.

Married Life - a microstory

Barbara fussed over her hair in front of the mirror. "You must mow the lawn at some point."

"Yes darling", her husband replied from behind the newspaper.

"The shelf needs fixing too."

"Yes darling", he said, as a page turned in the breeze.

"And for heaven's sake try not to embarrass me tonight! Every time we go out together people give me funny looks. And can you please at least try to be civil to Marcus Weatherby tonight?"

"Not a chance in hell, darling; the bastard killed me."

"You died of natural causes, you silly man. Get in the wheelbarrow."