microstories

A Story for Her Micro
by Martine Leavitt

Her World had been perfect. Everything matched up, everything went together, and now it was kind of broken. Like her foot wasn't on her leg anymore.

She couldn't understand it. She was looking right at her leg without a foot, a foot without a leg, and she just couldn't understand it.

Her World always had boo for her tickety.

It always gave her q's for her p's, pro quos for her quids, bobs for her bits, sods for her odds, dory for her hunky.

But now she was under the cafeteria table.

Her World had given her cheese for her mac'n

fries for her French

wings for her buffalo

all under the cafeteria table with her – a mess. The janitor would have to be called in to clean it up.

She had a sister for her big - she would cry.

Her parents would say

she never got a kiss for her first

a day for her graduation

an acceptance for her college

a life for the love of her...