Monday, January 09, 2006

Nanofiction 1-9-06

Two women, longtime friends, gossiped in a summer yard, shrieking with laughter, moaning with pain, and swearing with anger. They rocked in their wicker chairs, twitched at their flowered sundresses, and refreshed their lemonade.

The striped cat sat quietly overhead on the garage roof, paying as close attention as an opera lover. Finally it yawned.


MD said...

Hey, cool.


Reid Farmer said...

Enjoying these "nanofictions" and this one is my favorite so far. Is nanofiction your term? Prose Haiku??