Published Sept 20, 2017 by the online magazine 50-Word Stories (which demands stories exactly 50 words long)
In the garden, I meditate, motionless. Birds, ignoring me, flit to the feeder.
A fat earthworm scrunches and telescopes across the flagstones into the sunlight, toward the feeder. Seeking food? Do earthworms eat what birds spill?
Never mind. Robins eat earthworms. One pounces, plucks.
Pity. I might have gone fishing.
I’m not going to spend much time on these, but it”s an interesting exercise
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