(Author’s note: I haven’t posted since the end of August. I have not had much inspiration during that time, and even with all that’s going on, I’ve had a hard time being motivated to write. And being as I’ve been at this website for nearly 10 years, originally as an experiment for my Korean students to read micro-stories in English, it felt like I was starting to go dry on things. But a month has passed, rest has been attained, and we shall see where things go. Enjoy today’s story.)

A Brief Repose

by Miles H. Rost

Run down, but not out.

Kyle looked at the building and wondered if it was his twin.

He sat down and looked over the empty harbor. The one place where he could sit and not hear anyone else. It was a moment of blessed peace, in a world that threatened to overwhelm him.

It was tough for someone who knew things, but couldn’t tell anyone. No one would believe the things he knew. It wasn’t secret info, but patterns he picked up on.

Increasingly isolated from society, he sank back against the building. Just for today, he was going nowhere.