Keeping it 100 Micro Chapbook

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By Josephine Davis
Nothing Lia wrote was productive or
interesting, merely an idle action to
keep her hands from wantonly
scratching. She saw her desk was dirty,
so on a Tuesday night she cleaned.
Another Tuesday she saw her desk was
dirty, but she cleaned on a Friday. She
felt a normalcy cleaning on Tuesday
again, the Tuesday of the next week. In
her mind there was a visitor, less like a
lingering stranger and more a passerby
she had seen twice before. The desk
was dirty and she was too. The visitor
became a roommate, became a friend,
became family, became her."