I hear her, still. “Have you bent the second hand?” She wore an apron around her neck like a scarf. “Have you suddenly begun to began?” The strings became a bow undone.
Posted by: corisa | November 5, 2008
I hear her, still.
Posted in Drama | Tags: 32 word short story, bows, flash fiction, neckscarf, poetry, prose poetry, string, Writing
Grandpa thinks you’re going crazy! hee hee
By: Jean Carter on November 10, 2008
at 7:56 pm