Fiction

From a snowbank I watched the squirrel run.

At this time, the middle-aged commuter should be on the 07:15 fast local train.

“Aunt Mary has enough bras.” Mom says this every day since we moved her sister, my Aunt Mary, into an assisted living facility.

“Visitors!

Trying to hold himself together, Dru decided that he would take a walk to the park to write a short poem about a tree.