Microfictions 2

A few more microfictions, still no LLMs. “Keeper of the Living Collections,” the job posting read. “Must always be in a good mood.” He called to inquire. “Ah, yeah. We can’t figure why, but the trees will only grow to songs of True Joy.” At first, bottled moments seemed like an exciting new industry. “Bottle of flopping onto the couch after 12 hours on your feet” sold like mad, and moment factories sprouted across the country. It all came crashing down once “bottle of baby’s first laugh” was synthesized. Society could not survive a drug so potent. Emergency preparedness kit: Crisp stationary with your phone number, folded into a paper airplane, in case you lock eyes with your True Love across a busy street Mini champagne bottle and two mini flutes, lest a friend have unexpected Very Good News A stopwatch charged in your deepest sleep, for when you absolutely must stay awake A bottled of careful words, for when you’ve spoken hastily and now must put things right. (Homemade gives best…