You said we were invisible. That we couldn't see, or feel. That the forests had turned into concrete and waste. That the centering had become a cage. #microfiction #flashfiction #shortstory #fragment #smallstory #mastoart #tootfiction

Then we were dead, for a while. It's possible to be dead if you are hell-bent on returning. But I took a wrong turn and vanished, in the periphery of death. #microfiction #flashfiction #shortstory #fragment #smallstory #mastoart #tootfiction

The red came in between, reshaped, and became a question. That question was taken seriously by someone, and my nerves twisted into a gray cocoon. #microfiction #flashfiction #shortstory #fragment #smallstory #mastoart #tootfiction

Micro-fictions by author M. Larsson exploring existential dread, chaos, and the crushing reality of Train 152. Your journey begins now. Follow for daily dispatches from the periphery of existence. All aboard. #MicroFiction #Existentialism #Surrealism #FlashFiction #Minimalism