Eons ago, through binary fission and/or mitosis, we evolved into multicellular life forms, waiting for that perfect jiff, like ice floes coalescing into icebergs over time.
Perhaps we’d been destined for each other ever since that first moment I caught a glimpse of you, chasing your umbrella in the wind.
Andrea Damic (Sydney, Australia) writes when everyone is asleep. When she lacks words to express herself, she uses photography to do it for her. You can find her at damicandrea.wordpress.com.
Another one is missing. They have looked everywhere but to no avail. Last month was easier. It was found next to the unicorn slippers. The month before that, she stepped on it.
Despite all our gained experience around detecting infinitesimal objects, this time around the Tooth Fairy might not visit.
Andrea Damic lives in Sydney, Australia. She has been published in 50-Word Stories and Friday Flash Fiction. You can find her on Twitter @DamicAndrea. One day she hopes to finish and publish her novel.
She sees him in the distance, through the morning mist. It is like a punch in the gut that takes her breath away.
Twenty years since she’s moved away.
As she gets closer, his face changes. It isn’t him, but for a split second…
She remembers her eulogy and shudders.
Andrea Damic lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband and a seven-year-old daughter. She is an accountant by profession, but writing was always her first love. The only time she can actually write is at night, when everyone is asleep. She has had a few stories previously published by 50-word stories. She has written two children’s picture books (no publications yet) and is working on a novel as well.
She runs… every day, of every minute, and every hour… from the present, from the past.
He tries to catch her… every day, of every minute, and every hour.
They’re Soulmates. Only when they’re hand in hand does time stop, for a split second, until it moves again.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Andrea Damic lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband and a seven-year-old daughter. She is an accountant by profession but writing was always her first love. The only time she can actually write is at night, when everyone is asleep. She had a couple of short stories previously published by 50-word stories. She has written two children’s picture books (no publications yet) and is working on a novel as well.
She is sitting at the table, laughing and talking. No special occasion, just one of those days when you are grateful to be surrounded by family.
There’s serenity to it. Ineffable, really.
She glances at her wrinkled hands with a deep sigh.
For a second the picture comes to life…
Andrea Damic lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband and a six-year-old daughter. She is an accountant by profession but writing was always her first love. The only time she can actually write is at night, when everyone is asleep. She has written two children’s picture books (no publications yet) and is working on a novel as well.
“It’s no good!”
Agitated, she starts another one, ever so slightly twitching her head.
A sudden squeeze on her shoulder.
Big sigh. Breathe… breathe… ever so slowly.
Dark eyes smile victoriously.
She jerks a gaze at the Man in White.
Bars on the windows make eerie shadows on the walls.
Andrea Damic lives in Sydney, Australia. She has written two children’s picture books and is working on a novel.