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.

Corroboration

Yes, I admit that the child is unique, but how do those parents get away with saying it was divine intervention, when everyone knows it’s the great stork who brings us our children? thought the paragon’s next-door neighbor, wearily herding her three squabbling kids into the crumb-filled minivan. In the distance Mt. Olympus belched out a discreet puff of smoke, but she didn’t see it, occupied by keeping the children from pecking each other.

Alien
they are and so odd
with two hands
grasping eyes
plodding earthbound souls claiming
divine ancestry

(Shadorma 106)
7/26/18