Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 28
We drove west over pitted roads, skipping the tolls. I watched the houses grow, breathe, expand to fill the space of the widening plains. Horizons killed my claustrophobia.
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.