Today's offering is the tiniest of flash fiction, written in poem form.The river is lapping on my porch. Red fish and blue fish leap toward the doorbellseeking sanctuary.My cat smacks her lips wishes for opposable thumbs.Meanwhile, I ama Russian nesting doll.I contain multitudes.The old woman on the outsideis undecided.The young woman within is watching the … Continue reading Matryoshka
