Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 24
The infant cried. The child played. The youth fucked. The man loved. The father worried. The grandfather doted. The elder ranted. The human died.
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.