Trash day. Left the garage with a bag in each hand and rounded the building, thinking only of the cold. On the way back, a glint of orange on the ground, maybe sunrise on a shard of ice. But it was a magnetic letter A from a child’s toy alphabet.
Michael Nickels-Wisdom has written very short verse since 1990 after discovering haiku in the public library where he worked for 38 years before retiring, and then very short prose since 2001. Some of the prose has appeared in World Haiku Review, A Hundred Gourds, and Scifaikuest.
Some finds are very evocative.
The fact that it confused me a liitle and still retained my interest enough to scroll back three times to digest it and still left confused.
Love this story. The extraordinary in the everyday.
There was such a sense of sweetness about this…
This is a lovely. Thank you for writing it.
Thank you for all of your comments. One of my aims as a writer is to write mild, everyday, perhaps understated things, to get closer to reality and to try to break the talk bubble.