I was staring in the bathroom mirror, trying to figure out who the man looking back at me was. His face reminded me of someone familiar: a boy with the world at his feet; a boy without a nickel; someone whole.
I turned off the light; this was no place for children.
In the dark, I could hear the boy weeping for me.
I turned the light back on and saw that insidious mark: the gold fleck in his iris.
I called the police and turned myself in. “I’ve committed an unimaginable crime,” I said. “I stole my life.”
“this was no place for children” - So good. Lots of emotion packed in this micro!
Worlds in sentences. You're an artist, Sean. Saved it to reread (and reread, and reread,..), because your micro pieces are like beautiful puzzle boxes! Really hope you'll keep mixing 'em in!