Quilters have their stacks of “some day” fabric, woodworkers their scraps “too nice” to discard, seamstresses their jars of "special" buttons
Writers have their notebooks of “metaphors,” “transitions,” “characters,” etc., filled with scratchings and ideas that appeared--often unbidden--like literary puppies on their doorsteps.
Among my finished pieces below I've scattered some of my "snippets." They are literary whimsy, not meant to be philosophical or even consistent with each other.
As
a cruel child might use a magnifying glass and the rays of the sun
on unsuspecting ants, his sister used trumped-up accusations and
certitude to immolate his last vestige of self-worth.
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