Six Fifty-word Stories
by Debbie L. Miller
Words from a Cat
I’m Queen when the can opener whines. I chase frisky field mice in my dreams and demand my owner/servant provide a new plush carpeted bed every month and daily nip tea. I offer my belly to them to scratch but it’s a trap they fall for often.
The Penguin’s Prayer
I ride sea waves. My tuxedo marks me black and white in a color-saturated world. I go as far as you take me and stop to swim along the way, until I’m home again in the sheet-white gloss of still-frozen ice, wondering how long before it’s gone.
Garden Whys
Do the flowers care how they got here? They just want to be. My hands plant a flower and pat the soil around it. I touch the gentle earth. I do not plant to be trendy or showy. I just let them grow. I’m surrounded by flowers. Lucky, lucky, me.
Autumn
The harvest moon in the sky, passes through clouds gray as smoke. I set my sights for home. I love the autumn when the leaves turn brown and orange-y and fall like drunke8n men. I celebrate Halloweeny skies that greet my birthday as the wind blows through my open windows.
Peaceful Scene
I float five feet off the ground on my magic carpet, over grass and between trees in a lush, green forest, while patches of sunshine break through the tree branches and warm my face. The breeze lifts me higher and tangerine butterflies hover over drifts of lavender, coreopsis, and yarrow.
Wise Woman
Who is this wise woman who wears a crown of wildflowers and a coat of truth? She is mindful, a calming presence that reminds us to detach, set boundaries, and make choices that take care of ourselves. From this, creativity, freedom, and love grow. She is an artist and muse.
