Daisy Miller's published ficlets
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Nighttime
She was walking through the clothing store when she suddenly stopped, fingering a flowery skirt and contemplating her life.
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It was a Flook.
She suddenly hoped her cheeks were warm from too much sun and not from the fact that he was sitting next to her. That’s when …
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She Leaned Away
She sat still, her eyes downcast. She didn’t want him to see her shining eyes or her pouted lips. He reached out to wrap his …
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It Sits to Reason
When he speaks, Reason doesn’t stand. It sits cross-legged in meditation.
She looks exasperated and sighs. “I don’t . . . bu…
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Mother Earth
He dropped between her knees – home, home at last, with her arms around his trembling shoulders and his shuddering sigh again…
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The Awakening Smell of Flowers and Grass
There is a window in the wall, a window that is open, allowing the spring wind to fill the room – the awakening smell of flow…
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Burning Lips in Her Hair
Sunsets painted with little streaks of pink were her favorite. She liked the gold in the clouds and the way the sun smiled, s…
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Candy From a Stranger
When I first saw him, I knew I wanted him. There was a selfish whimsy in my chest, a soft little sigh of greed. He was standi…
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Faded Puce
His face was so close to mine that our eyelashes were as tangled as the brambles under our feet, blackberry juice squelching …
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Sunlight From Your Lips
It is that moment when you stand in front of me and I think: I want to kiss the sunlight from your lips and hug the sky from …
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Citrus Hope
The room was dark and smelled faintly of truth, the tired earthy scent of realization with a hint of citrus hope.
He wiped …
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She Shrugged
“Do we need happiness to live?” she asked.
He shrugged, his green shirt streching across his back. His shoulder blades poked…
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White and Pure
Our cloud is white and pure, so you won’t have to bring your umbrella. The sky around it is bright and blue. Our love will no…
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Float On
Does the duration of an event signify its worth? If love lasted a rain storm or a light summer breeze, would it be any less m…
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Our Cloud
Our love may not be written in the stars, but it’s written in the clouds. Our love may not sparkle and shine, but it floats a…
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The Tips of Her
I suppose, when I look back on our relationship, I only ever had the tips of her. Her fingers, hands and toes. Her knees and …
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Harold
Harold awoke one morning to find that he was dead. Being a rather optimistic person, he tried not to let it interfere with hi…
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Hairstyles
“It was just so sudden . . . ” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“How did it happen again?”
“It was a car. He was cr…
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She Had Just Moved In
He used flowers like a drug, letting her inhale the pollen, hold the sweetness in her throat. He liked it when her fingers br…
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Pockets
The duck’s name was Gertrude, and she guarded the bridge. The cat’s name was Harry, and he wanted to cross the bridge.
“Sto…
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