I had a palm tree once. It was a tiny version of itself. When it died I took it to the dumpster whole. I spread its leaves over rotting garbage like a reverse burial.
A man picked through the dumpster that night. A week later I saw him driving around with my palm tree in his passenger’s seat, windows down. They looked happy.
I died once. I was a tiny version of myself. When I felt it coming on I took myself out to the dumpster, spread my hair over the garbage. I wound down an imaginary window.
I looked happy.
Wow. Hope there’s more by this author. The story maintains a strong narrative line and, at the same time, it’s based on a poetic image. Not an easy feat to accomplish. Oh, I almost forgot this in my enthusiasm: the message is compassionate and profound.
Thanks, Clay, you are very kind. I thank you for reading.
What Clay said.
This knocked my socks off.
Hi, Lois. Thanks for taking time to read it. I’m glad your socks were knocked.
Cool story ????
Hey there, Roger, just wanted to say thanks for reading.
I like this.
Thanks for reading!
This. Is. Awesome!
Thanks, Amanda. I appreciate your kind words.
This is a great story. I’m amazed at your talent to create such a rich narrative in such a sparse phrasing.
Hi there, Stacey. I truly appreciate you taking the time to read it and comment. Thank you!
I really, really enjoyed reading this…thanks for sharing your talents with us.
Thanks for reading, oliviascarlett! Love your pic, very glamorous.