Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.
Read the first Minuscule, the 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.
Even a slapdash search will turn up a new worm or two under this rock, said the heavyset man with dirty hands, grinning at me in a way I didn’t like. In his shirt pocket, where another guy might display a handkerchief, or a pocket protector full of pens, or a pair of sunglasses hooked by one earpiece, this fellow had a great big roll of cash, cash that I had the uncomfortable feeling was sitting there courtesy of me, my presence under this particular rock, my resemblance to a worm, and his powerful urge to go fishing, right now.
The bait selected
the fish swimming into view:
You know the story.