Micro fiction by T.L. Tomljanovic
It don’t mean a thing
The boy is clever. He is awkward. Although he loves jazz, he never joined the middle school band. Today, he lied. The lie was why he was late coming home from school. A locker. A bully. The bruise on his forearm looks like a grape tomato, the one on his thigh looks like a bloody steak. In elementary he performed at the talent show. He’s older now. He knows better.
T.L. Tomljanovic is a judge for The Pride Roars blog and Off Topic Publishing’s flash fiction and CNF contests, and a Pushcart Prize, Best Small Fictions, and Best Microfiction nominee. Currently, she is curating a collection of microfiction titled Feast or Famine. Find her on Blue Sky @tomljanovic.bsky.social and at tomljanovic.wordpress.com/.
