I have been so busy with my book that I have not been working on stories much these days, but one or two which I had sent earlier and being published now.
This story came from a real experience. I was waiting outside a building which had a nursery school and a small child was clutching his mothers hand and crying because he had seen a dog.
What, I wondered, did it look like from the boy’s eyes? The dog was a stray dog, going about his own business but even that mid sized stray was bigger than the little boy.
I found myself writing a story and here it is. The Journal of Microliterature published it. Click on the picture.
Almost done. The very last formatting stage. I have to figure out how to convert it myself or get someone to do it.
The very last lap now. Soon, very soon.