Sunday, April 30, 2017

MicroFiction Series, Fred W Feldman

Re: Walser?
By Fred W. Feldman


Polly was in a hospital bed in 4b. Jets of warm light streamed onto the white sheet. Her friend was in the room also. Polly sat silently. Then she spoke. “The cancer is in my brain, Rod.” Rod nodded and smiled. “Let’s put on some music.” Rod went to the record player. He picked out a record, then he fished a file out of his pocket and began filing away at the record. “I think this is track 8,” he said. “I’m messing it up.” He examined his handiwork, then put the record on. “I guess we’ll find out when we get to track 8.” Polly wished she had socks.


  1. My nephew Freddie has much talent and I am glad to see he is already published! I am a writer as well, and am hoping to self-publish. Good luck, Freddie!!