I was on my way to buy milk when I decided to walk further. One block became two, and soon the apartment buildings cast long shadows across the sidewalks. At each crossing I felt compelled to keep going. I’ll know when to stop. Right?
Is this how people go missing?
Marinda Kotze writes microfiction when she is supposed to be writing a novel.
This is EXACTLY how some people (one that I know of, anyhow) go missing…
Nicely said.
Ha! Terrific. Clarity yet mysterious. So well written. Volumes in 50 words. Brava.
Gorgeous writing. Well done! Agree with all comments above. A suggestion? Last word missing, loose the ing and replace with ellipsis…
Nah. It was almost perfect as it…