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 Minuscule for others in the series.

And now – all the Minuscule stories have been made into a print book – each story with a pen and ink illustration. Click to see Minuscule on Amazon.


The human network has a few gaps. I slipped into a pink sweater and exploited my favorite one: No one pays attention to a sixty-year-old woman wearing glasses and carrying a big tote bag, nor does anyone mind being bumped into by such a person, especially when she makes a flustered apology as she scuttles off, and no one ever thinks to check a purse or pants pocket in this moment because – I fit so neatly into one of those gaps, see?

Count on it
I am playing you
plodding target that you are.
I caper. I sting.

(Shadorma 96)



19 thoughts on “Gap

  1. Love it! Now you have me thinking that Miss Marple was a criminal mastermind who framed other people for a whole lot of murders because who would ever suspect her?

    • Thank you. It is my maybe my favorite form. I like the number of syllables and how they are arranged, seems to fit the way my mind like to do things.

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