Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 27
A cold sunrise illuminated two people, laying naked, bloody, and resigned.
The woman stood first, quipping “Same time next month?”
“Barring a silver bullet,” the guy replied.
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.