As Victoria climbed the old creaky ladder to paint, she felt a sense of pride painting her favourite colours on her porch ceiling. With each brushstroke, her mother wondered at why her daughter was painting

This is a Curated Collection of posts that encompasses my efforts to create short story MicroFiction from January 1st through June 30th in the format of 250 words that I often tailor to address the Freewrite

Short story , true dream