After my 6 word story and a horrible fight with my husband I produced this piece. I’m really trying to get better at micro-fiction and learned rather quickly it takes practice. LOTS of practice. Unfortunately, I think I ended up with more of a poem instead of a story. Let me know your opinion.
Death loved her from infant to woman.
He observed her exchange vows,
And when her children were born.
He watched her smile, and helpless; when she cried.
He witnessed her being harmed and when she struggled to conceal bruises.
He crumbled watching her surrender. Death wept when she whispered, “Now.”