I could smell chilli pesto.
‘Search in my small bag.’’
Your voice carried smiles in it. Sunshine lit up the room.
There was a brown bag over a chair. Beside it sat another-cream,
like wool.
Macramé.
‘’You find what you needed?’’
‘’Oh yes!’’ smiled my voice. ‘’ I think so.’’
These tales are fun to try anywhere. Just go with the image or first line and ‘see’ what happens. As I said before, thrift is all. Short tales work well with ambiguity and give our pens the chance to ‘distill’ our experience!
