Exorcism (microfiction)



Their hold on me had long since loosened. But I felt Darien’s hands days later. 

I felt them across the conference room, Monday after the office party. I felt them when his eyes followed me out the door. 

Something had to give.

Closing my résumé, I inhaled, and dialed HR. 


Comments

  1. At first, I thought this could be an affair. As I read it again, I thought this could be about assault or harassment in the workplace. That's the beauty of micro fiction: it leads to many different places and leaves you pondering.

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  2. This is so timely (especially in Australia) and you did a really nice job of incorporating and maintaining the voice from the prompt sentence. My singular quibble is that the title didn't neatly to fit the piece.

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  3. Great Story, Jen! There's actual action, stakes, decisions, specificity, momentum, relatability, and hope, all in this small space!

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  4. You always do so well at micros and this keeps up the standard. It's hard to believe this much story is contained in 50 words.

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  5. I was just marching along thinking this is a juicy, office romance, but that last word really drove it home (for me, at least), that is certainly not the case. Well done!

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  6. When I started reading this, I thought it was maybe a haunting. Like Darien's hand was ghostly. I think maybe because of the title? But once it ended, I understood completely. Well done on writing such a complete story in 50 words!

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  7. (Hmm, I think my original comment disappeared into the ether!) Repetition is hard to do well in micros because you're so limited by wordcount, so when you use it, it has to be for effect. In this case, repeating "I felt them..." ratcheted up the tension nicely!

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  8. What a great little micro with all the things! The punchy ending is perfect.

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  9. This gave me chills and made me cheer for her at the end.

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