Micro fiction, Rachel Abbey McCafferty
The summer the sky burned, our town got a new pool and only opened it three times
We held our breath above and below, heat battling smoke, our lungs stretched, the sun permanently imprinted on our eyelids. We were all new proportions and unmet potential. We were the promise of a future. We held our dreams close. We did our best to live in the moment. We did not know enough to worry about what if.
We saved our spare change for fast food and bruised fruit and cheap wine.
We saved our spare breath for each other’s lips.
Rachel Abbey McCafferty has been writing since she first learned that was a thing people could do. Her work has appeared in journals like HAD, Maudlin House and formercactus.
