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 Minuscule for others in the series.
And now – all the Minuscule stories have been made into a print book – each story with a pen and ink illustration. Click to see Minuscule on Amazon.
Fable
I remember we were talking in the cafeteria at work and I said to you, What is that pig’s name after all, the one in the story, the opera singer and the pig, you know, where they switch places, but the magic is too strong, and next thing you know he’s having these terrifying visions, I mean the pig, and the opera singer ends up homeless, and neither of them ever wants to wear the color pink again, do you think that it was all a coded message, do you know anything about it?
Now all I was doing was just thinking out loud in an idle kind of way, because here in Spookville these things do happen, with a job like ours…anyway you gave me a look and that’s all you did, so I still don’t know the pig’s name plus I have the feeling I’ve stumbled into something I know I will wish I hadn’t, so I won’t press the matter, but now, I’m curious, and not just about the pig’s name, either, because here in Spookville not every fairy story is a fairy story, if you know what I mean…
Cast of characters
play out plotted destinies
on a darkened stage
(Haiku 406)
8/2/18
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Haha, thanks for the laugh.
I love the way the character escapes into memory or engages in flights of fancy because I think those of us who have ever worked in repetitive jobs have done so at one time or another as a coping strategy to break up the mundane routines.
Thank you, I know I certainly have – imagining my mundane fact-checking to be a matter of great importance, for example, maybe supporting a spy on the run in a hostile nation (you see I can get way out there) or another recurring fantasy, that my typewritten transcript of an interview will be found in the archives with that one fact (I used to then enjoy deciding what the fact would be) that would save the world, be a long-lost clue for an inheritance, etc…
Well now I want to know the pig’s name too…(K)
And I’m glad. The story did its job! But even now I don’t know the answer…
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