"The mist would lie all along the trees in the mornings. Anything could be inside there, in the shadows and the dark. You were out in the open..."
"He washed his windows often, liked them fogged: / how analgeses anaphyl and lust- / rums will nychthem; sodality’s enjoin- / ment reified each day, too aporets..."
"Yesh flesh formsh wordsh cept / wordsh fit flesh back. Clay / telling hands how smooth / till the vessel takes shape. / Barely hold a holding thing. / Brought n left by some..."
Mia purchased the small peach Vespa because the hue was drum loops and syrup drizzle glimpsed across a used car lot...
Winner of the Winter 2016 Six Word Story Contest with guest judge Margaret Malone.