story

There was a story in her eyes,

one she couldn’t hide,

in her words.

poetry and image copyright neha 2017

Dad- Microfiction

Mom yelled to clean the mess.

Dad came to help.

She flew her first paper plane that afternoon.

free google image/ story copyright neha 2017

Post Prompted by Terribly Tiny Tales Prompt – ‘Dad’ on twitter.

Flying home

across sunset

is where the story ends

always

You stared,

at your ink stained hands,

writing your life story on the page.