The 50-Word Stories of 2021: Microfiction for Lovers of Quick Reads, November 2021
Oranges & Stirrups
ORANGES
Oranges. Only the juice. Only the juice, sucked, spit out, the sweetness, the dirt, my bike, my altars, praying under the leaves and hanging fruit, my tears, intoxicating blossoms, growing myself up in the orange grove.
STIRRUPS
The moment she dies, you’re in stirrups having a pap smear. How symbolic is that?