Thursday, July 20, 2017

I saw a bird

I saw a bird
One year I wrote several micro stories, less than 50 words each. This one prompted a piece of art.

Spring
“I saw a bird,” she said.
“In the maple out back?” he asked.
“Yes. It was carrying a bit of straw for its nest.”
“Spring,” he stated.
“My last,” she sighed.
He slipped her hand into his and held tight.

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