Unmei
A 50 Word Micro Fiction
Chekhov's gun. Nestled in my dad’s bottom drawer, Poorly hidden. I know the moments in my life are not literary devices, but it’s there. I can feel it, expectant. The hush before the boom, the yawn before sleep. But where to aim? At me or the ones who built me?
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Kristen Haveman
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