SNOW JOB
One sneaker. Glitter blue, hi-top, in the middle of the A-Plus Pawn lot. Might fit Baby Girl, she needs new shoes, Lord knows you're broke. Your feet kick fresh snow, digging for the mate. Closer, red stains the silver laces. A crow caws from the dumpster. More blue. Flakes sift from the sky.
A universe in the smallest of things. Just beautiful.
you know how much I love this, and it is so good to love this again here.
Great use of a prompt (I didn't realize it was from one until after I read the piece). And the lyrical language in this just astounds. It has the feeling of an Ondaatje passage to me. That's hitting on all cylinders, for sure.
Comment on one word (ha!): Yes! *
Nice voice. I think I know who the narrator is from, "Might fit Baby Girl, she needs new shoes, Lord knows you're broke."
fave. I love it when a writer makes every word count. You did that with this piece.
I'm snowed.*
Wow.*
Nice writing. I like the compression here.
Kaboom! *
Linda this is so lyrical and lush for so little words.
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LOVE this, Linda!!! I love the red in this! Brings up a dark mystery to me! ******
Bam! Amazing tight gem, Linda! You do flash with such verve! Maybe send to Joseph Q at Short, Fast, and Deadly?
Fave.
Terrific. *
GRACIAS all for kind words on this wee story. And check out the Press53 prompt contest: prizes and fame can be yours! Peace...
Small story with big fists.
star