No longer unnerved by the skyscrapers surrounding his wooden house, James settled into his couch for a beer, as he did every night. Years ago, when he refused to sell the house in which his family had lived for generations, James had resigned himself to a deathbed view of steel, glass and shadows. He didn’t understand why, but a century later James knew that all he needed was patience, and the towering buildings would eventually crumble into dust.
Microfiction is a fun and complex literary form because it relies on negative space, causing readers to fill in the blanks.
If you liked The Power of Patience, I think you’ll also enjoy my story, Miranda the Plagiarist.
I always liked wooden houses. They look so nice and need less items to fill up the space, unlike modern houses that feel so empty if you have barely anything furnishing the place.