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.


Cleo stepped in hard and raised her hands higher as she sparred with her opponent, a medium-sized woman wearing a pink top and black shorts who was punching as if her life depended on it and then some. You are one cosmic lady! she whisper-shouted, leaping forward with an extra-sharp jab just as the figure in front of her did the same, said the same, was the same: the music pounded and the exercise class continued, the two cosmic ladies separated only by the wall mirror, passing a smile back and forth through the glass.

Hey you there
you in that mirror
step up here
Double up
that special way we do things
all things. Together.

(Shadorma 80)

8 thoughts on “Ally

  1. Thank you. I have thought of this a lot before I wrote this story, from being at the gym, and seeing our classes mirrored, so that it looks like we are all facing an opponent that is ourselves. I also have always felt a camaraderie in sports that I have never found anywhere else, the sense of striving that we are all doing, even when we are opponents, or even when that opponent is ourselves.

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