There’s An Appetizer For That
Lazing one afternoon
blues skies gave way too soon to clouds
when from below came loud
splashes as Ali plowed her way
through the murk of the bay
just to stop in a ray of sun.
Does she do that for fun?
Maybe she’s on the run, in fright,
hoping to see the night.
The thought of gator bites hit me.
This isn’t the norm for the Flashy Fiction site. It’s intended to be Flash Fiction…stories written in ten to twenty minutes based on the prompt provided. I had been trying to come up with a subject to use to attempt a luc bat poem, a Vietnamese form, and this prompt just worked for it.