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
that special way we do things
all things. Together.