My neighbour is living in his treehouse. He’s happy, looks great, has lost tons of weight what with hauling up jugs of water and food. He’s made birdhouses galore so there’s a cacophony of bird chirp. He and Alice wave at each other. Utter bliss… until he finishes his wings.
Cari Main is retired and a big fan of flash fiction.
I enjoy the picture this poem creates. Reminds me of the parachute I made as a kid using a bedspread & clothesline rope. My Dad limited me to front porch bail outs.
Love the wave of the wife! Good on ya!