Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.
Read the first Minuscule, the explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.
Throwback
The flu hit me like a tornado, laid me out flat, and sent me into some wild feverish dreams even as I recuperated sitting under a blanket in my favorite armchair – one of them particularly vivid, in which I was an ancient oak tree standing in someone’s front yard. I awoke from it very slowly, my neck stiff, my legs and arms resisting my attempts to flex them, opening my eyes to a sweeping view over the roof of a large three-story frame house, my twig-fingers gently scratching the shingles.
a past life revived
in what manner transported
in what direction?
11/22/17
Spooky tree, formerly standing in Robinson Park, Wyncote, PA. Picture taken @ 2001.
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