MinLit – miniature literature

I see small things, and sometimes they see me. Today, there is a kidney shaped leaf lying outside my door. When I turn it over, I find that the dew has left dozens of minute pearls on its crimson underside. Its siblings cling to their parent, while xylophone patterns count down their days against a scarlet swansong.  Small things should not be overlooked.

It hung there like a bright jewel. There was no-one to stop her taking it. She pulled it from the branch and bit into it. But it had such a bitter after-taste.

Once upon a time, there lived a man – well, I say he lived, but that is a lie. He was too busy to live. He was paralysed by his busyness. He told himself that it was just a phase and he would grow out of it. He told everyone else the same thing. But that was a lie too. And while he was busy being busy, everything else continued. Life went on without him. Then, one day he looked around and noticed all that had changed.