At birth, he swung into the wrong crib, wrong life. Shimmering motes and sweeping flight should have awaited—a vagabond life. Instead, staid routine. Later, cleaners’ brooms. Oh, but he could see them!—those ropes between peaks of stars, begging down to him each night while he made floors sparkle.
Linda Kohler is a South Australian writer of poetry and brief prose. Her work has recently appeared in The Marrow, The Ekphrastic Review and Meniscus. She can usually be found near water or seeking new ways with cacao.
What a fun read! Well done, Linda.
Thank you, Paul! Much appreciated.
masterful!
Thanks so much, Joanna!
This resonated in me SO much, Linda! Mostly because I went the opposite direction: from janitor to entertainer admiring the clean floors while I make eyes sparkle. Thank you!
Oh, that is FABULOUS. Thank you for this, Trevor. You’ve made my day!
Another mutual admiration society, Linda! Congratulations on Story of the Week, too! I went and read your other story here… another delight. BTW: I have 4 stories published here, the first of which was also selected as Story of the Week. Wee-haw!