Serial Micro Fiction: Makayla May 28, 2019 by Elizabeth Drake Makayla stared down at the fresh graves. How many innocents would she have to bury? How many men that she’d once called friend? She gripped the hilt of her sword, and white fire flashed down its blade. But she still had no answer. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related