Make Noise
They are separate. The night long. Every rustle a bear.
When I went on a mission to rustle out any short stories of mine that might still be active on the internet, sadly only a handful of the old lit mags are still findable. I was happy to discover this little chiseled item of a story I remember had something to with a flash fiction contest, make it <500 words. Years later it ended up in Fiction Circus, and with me recording audio. Looks like the audio is no more.
You know I love fitting things into little containers so micro-flash whatever fiction has been my favorite in my distracted middle ages. This one weighs in at 453.
Until then, enjoy this contained camping trip bit that doesn’t quite feel contained enough when the threat of bears is in play:
Those are some high-dollar Scrabble letters, maybe these two are a good match?