This is a piece of micro fiction. Enjoy.
by Dustin Driver
“Are you OK?” asks Olhado.
His silhouette dances against the glare of the sun like a reflection in a funhouse mirror. The throbbing in my head is getting worse. I doubt I could stand if asked.
“You don’t look so good,” he replies.
“I’m fine, I’m just hot.”
Hey, Oortistes! Here is the first chapter of the book that will eventually become "Water Got No Enemy." I actually got enough feedback on that story from here and others that told me I ought to expand it more. So here's chapter 1. Let me know your thoughts and of course detailed conscious critiques get the biggest cookie!
Hey, all. This is a story I've actually got out there making the rounds at various mags. Hope you like it. I prefer unsweetened, clear and definitive feedback. Stuff like "s'okay" or "I didn't like it" without further explanation don't help me grow as a writer. Neither does negativity. I look forward to your input and contributions - Chang