#Dust
Bad Fiction: olliefrancis @ Threads
At the Nagoya Zoo (#Dust)
He was beautiful in his own majestic way. Sad eyes with lashes that seemed to go on forever. Grey skin wrinkled after years of basking in the sun. Calloused, dusty feet from so many miles trekked. He stood silently, swaying, almost swinging with somber musicality. Looking past the bars as children and couples played beyond reach, he sunk upon his calloused joints. No more miles to trek. No more days to remember.
If you enjoy these very short stories, you can also check out one of my earliest books – MONTY’S VERY SHORT SHORTS which includes 366 illustrated pieces (one for each day in my life of 2020).
Be well,
Monty
Monty’s Blahg 