This Sunday micro fiction comes from Zoetrope Virtual Studio’s Flash Factory and five prompt words provided by Richard Osgood: Arbor, Conspicuous, Banjo, Indigo, Destiny.
On Arbor Day
Mom danced us among birches, the twigs hands, trunks swaying like middle school couples to Kiss’s Beth. I heard banjoes; my sister, Morrison. She’d learned colors from Crayola, called sky cerulean indigo. My mom named our dance Conspicuous Destiny. It meant we were doomed, like leaves, to twirl like crazy.
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