Fault line – a tiny story


It’s Tuesday. Which means it’s time for a tiny story! You will be able to devour one of these bite-sized tales in between sips of coffee. But be warned, it might linger a lot longer. We kick off Tiny Stories Tuesdays with the second place from the Library’s 2016 contest, adult edition. Congratulations to Hillary Downing And thanks to Gary Martin for the photo.


Fault line

Something gives and without knowing it, she hears the mountain begin to slide. At first, a stirring like a stomach rumbling or the passing thunder of a jet. Insistent ramming like twisted metal carnage or an unstoppable end over end roaring runaway train bearing down. She’s standing in the garden with a handful of orange zinnias looking up. She leaves the freshly painted white gate wide open when she turns and runs.