50 wordsJulie Kusma, Author

Wailing Sea

50-Word Micro fiction inspired by Scotland’s beautifully haunting landscapes

My “flight” was late, and it never was. Punctual were the returns to Heaven after deeds were done. But her skin glowed under the moonlight,

“My flight was late,” I confessed. The sweet, sultry memory stirred. Rare for me to concede to desire, but our dance’s push-pull elevated want to

My flight was late, teetering on the edge between life and death. I closed my eyes and considered existence, suspended in this space. My toes