Teeny Tiny Tales #21
"For each petal on the shamrock, this brings a wish your way: Good health, good luck, and happiness for today and every day." -- Irish blessing. 3.12.25 through 3.18.25
This is where I present my daily microfiction stories, mostly based on the past week’s prompts from The Fiction Dealer. By posting my humble tales - the good, bad, silly, and indifferent - I hope to inspire others to allow their creativity to come out and play.
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March 12, 2025
Microdosing - 80 mg of a Bog
I stared wearily at the accounts book, with endless streams of numbers running down the pages. For what seemed like the tenth time, Jessie popped into the study.
“Moooooom! I’m bored! Can we go hiking now?”
I looked up, about to explain that I was still too busy. But then I realized that my brain was getting bogged down. A break was exactly what we both needed.
“C’mon, kiddo, let’s go have some fun.” After all, we only live once.
March 13, 2025
Microdosing - 50 mg of War
After two hours on hold for a two minute denial of my claim, I felt anger flooding my brain, triggering the urge to hurt myself.
I breathed deeply until I was calmed. Another internal battle won, I readied my next assault in my continuing war with the health insurance industry.
March 14, 2025
Microdosing - 90 mg of a Hum
Ever since the explosion, I’ve had tinnitus, a maddening, constant, high pitched hum, not unlike the sharp squeal of feedback from a microphone... twenty four hours a day, every day.
So when the doctor told me about the new operation, I eagerly volunteered. What did I have to lose?
As it turned out, everything. I should have been deaf after the surgical removal of my vestibulocochlear nerve, and indeed I could hear nothing in the real world; nothing except the screaming hum inside my brain, as I await blessed oblivion.
March 15, 2025
Microdosing - 50 mg of Mistakes
Pieces of cookie jar scattered across the floor.
“I’m sorry, it was a mistake!”
I stared at my daughter. “What have you learned?”
“Huh?”
“Mistakes can teach us. So, what have you learned?”
“Not to drop the jar?”
I stifled my laughter until she was safely tucked in for timeout.
March 16, 2025
Microdosing - 100 mg of Old
Prompt from Miguel S.’s book, “Micro Dosing Fiction"
An old dog and a puppy wandered, looking for a home. They searched for a farm with no dog, so they could stay together, for they were good friends.
They finally found just the place, with foxes in the henhouse, mice in the pantry, and turkeys in the garden. Children lived there with their grandfather. The children loved the cute puppy; the grandfather loved the old dog for her wisdom.
The old dog taught the puppy all the old tricks, chasing the foxes, mice, and turkeys back to the forest, and they all, young and old alike, lived happily ever after.
March 17, 2025
Microdosing - 100 mg of Concrete
I was excited about my find. “What a wonderful place for a homestead,” I thought. But as I examined the area more closely, I realized that the rocks forming the streambed were not natural, but were made up of large chunks of concrete that had tumbled down the bank, decades ago, judging by the moss and lichens growing upon the remnants.
What happened? There was no way of knowing, but the ancient destruction bore mute testimony to the foolishness of the long dead previous tenants. I headed back to camp, to continue our long search for a new home tomorrow.
March 18, 2025
Microdosing - 80 mg of a Soul
When I was once a small baby, I had a soul all my own, which taught me to tell right from wrong.
When I married my sweet love, I gave him part of my soul, so our union would be merry and long.
When my daughter was born, she got a piece, too, and she grew up happy and strong.
If you give out your soul, the parts will still grow, ‘til they return back to the heart they belong.
I missed a few of these!! So good
Sweet snippets of life.