My thoughts revolve like rings around Saturn, buzz like flies circling the sap of my brain, snag on his craggy face. When I unroll the treasure map, he’s the gold glowing from inside the pirate’s chest. Funny, you say, reading my tea leaves. That’s not how he feels about you.
Mikki Aronoff has been writing more and more, but less and less when she does it.
Where’d she go?
Could I have mislaid her?
Or did she, in a feint, blur from view?
Did she take wing on a milk thistle puff?
Or, pressing heels into rippling flanks, riding the mare’s chord of song, land born anew on childhood’s moon?
Perhaps I dreamt her all along?
Mikki Aronoff’s work appears in New World Writing, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Tiny Molecules, HAD, Bending Genres, Milk Candy Review, Gone Lawn, Mslexia, The Dribble Drabble Review, 100 word story, The Citron Review, Atlas and Alice, trampset, jmww, The Offing, and elsewhere. She’s received Pushcart, Best of the Net, Best Small Fictions, Best American Short Stories, and Best Microfiction nominations.
Those TV liars promised peonies, polliwogs, picnics. I’ve been duped! I scream from my rooftop. Only old Agnes, a lip reader across the street, hears. She marches over, shakes the base of my ladder, mouths Come down! I sit, pat the shingles around me. It’s warmer here, near the sun.
Mikki Aronoff’s work appears in New World Writing, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Tiny Molecules, Bending Genres, Milk Candy Review, Gone Lawn, Mslexia, The Dribble Drabble Review, 100 word story, The Citron Review, Atlas and Alice, trampset, jmww, and elsewhere. She’s received Pushcart, Best of the Net, Best Small Fictions, Best American Short Stories, and Best Microfiction nominations.