Micro Fiction: Hope 13 March 22, 2021 by Elizabeth Drake “The tear,” I whispered. “They say you can help fix it.” “You are from the other side. That is why you feel like nothing. Because you have no magic.” Ava nodded. I wanted to flee. But that would do nothing. The tear had to be mended. 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