by Mikki Aronoff

 

Was he a little fellow?

Was his hair yellow?

Did he have something up his sleeve?

Why did he leave?

Did they beat him?

Did they eat him?

Last I saw, he was riding a sheep, going beep beep beep.

Last I saw, he was making merry, rowing a wherry, sipping some sherry.

Last I looked, I saw nothing. Can you help me find my glasses?

Boarding a bus.

What a fuss. Can’t discuss.

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Mikki Aronoff lives in New Mexico, where she writes tiny stories and advocates for animals. She has stories in Best Microfiction 2024 and 2025 and Best Small Fictions 2024 and 2025. She is a co-author of the book, Neverafters.

Editor’s note: Mikki’s story, “Dysphagia,” was published by The Citron Review in 2024. It’s recently been republished with commentary over at Charlotte Hamrick’s excellent nonfiction journal, SugarSugarSalt.