Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 17
“You’re not my real parents!” the child screamed.
“You finally caught on?” Daddy grinned, showing the knife.
February is a micro month, so it seems appropriate to write some microfiction during it. I am posting one tiny story a day, the length of each entry equal to the date. In March, I'll do a little analysis of each story on its corresponding day.