Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. Read here for the first one and explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.
I like doing this form of minuscule story. I can handle two sentences, I think, and it is fun.
Jingle jangle Christmas music bouncing off my eardrums, merry-weary and cheery-sick of holiday-required emotions I didn’t feel, I was resenting the annual buy-a-thon something fierce, especially since my gift list was pretty much made up of people I’d like to forget and forget for good, but for this or that reason, I couldn’t. Tracking down a sales clerk, a small, gray man with unnervingly attentive eyes, I laid out my story: Well, he said, slowly, judiciously, as if weighing an array of options that were tailored just for me, Lots of people are interested in cyanide these days.
jumbled on the sale table
Good enough. Grab one.