FICTION | MICROFICTION
A Yearly Pilgrimage
A Dribble (50-word story)
On the ides of March, we’d set sail across the clear, blue yonder, chasing rainbows.
We’d land upon the shore of a land lushly forested and green.
The children flew kites as we adults searched for the leprechaun who’d guarantee us a year’s wealth and a secure travel back home.
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This microfiction is in response to Christine Graves’s Word A Day prompts — kites, ides, blue, and leprechaun
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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her creative writing blog, Ravyne’s Nest and random ramblings on her personal blog, A Delicious Torment.