Thirty-five words or less. These stories show up and I do my best with them. This is my latest batch. The rest are here. Thanks for reading. -K
Today would be different.
She would be strong enough.
She’d be in control and
show she could lead.
the six-year-old reached for the leash
and called the dog for their morning walk.
He had always been
a risk taker,
Rules need not apply
when one eats danger for breakfast,
with an adrenaline chaser.
It’s not over.
Leaving his walker behind,
he scaled the stepstool,
that’s the hardest part
of being a mermaid,“ she said.
“Also, everyone asks if I know Ariel.
Which is ridiculous,
because there are lots of mermaids,
and it’s a really, really big sea.”
Practicing his cantata,
he sang into the wind.
He stood on the bluff by the bay,
sheet music in one hand, conducting with the other.
The percussion section rowed below,
keeping beat with their oars.
He was dancing on the street corner,
spinning a “world’s best sandwiches” sign,
and wearing a giant pickle costume.
Last night’s cocktail party question of
making a living or making a life
wasn’t relevant today.
On a good day,
he imagines his giant pickle costume
is wearable art.
No one knows he’s listening to NPR podcasts
while spinning his sandwich sign.
He’s no fool,
just an artist in a pickle.