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.
I know you’re my only brother, but I’ve taken the last message from the tabloids I ever want to write down, I’ve thrown your clothes out the window and onto the front lawn, and I’ve called an ambulance for our mother who is right now choking on that big bite of public opinion entitled “neighbors and their snide remarks”. I swear, everything you do, it’s either it’s illegal or it’s embarrassing and sometimes both but never neither and – what – what – what is it you’re saying – you’ve assigned half the royalties from your tell-all book to me?
when you reach fed up
cut to shreds
chance news at the last minute
brings you in on fumes