the only time she smiled

her dream home was in a corn field
stark sky, no blue
and the home itself did not seem
to be the focus of her dream
it was the empty setting
the emotional content
painful loneliness

as i watched her construct
this dreamscape
she methodically grew, then
duplicated each stock of corn
she did not include wildlife
neither was there wind
stillness of the creepy variety

once she completed miles of space
she would strike the naked winter tree
right behind the tiny house
with lightening
and watch everything burn

it’s the only time she smiled
during the whole process

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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