MicroFlashFiction - Steve Coel: June 2026

Grey Sky Weeping

Here -

Where...isolation is frequently park benched behind littered garden..

Where..sweet song is car windowed..

Where...sprayed agenda becomes wire caged in overgrown broken side street..

Where...twisted knuckle bus stop waiting is grey sky weeping..

Where...gated steel business doors welcome alien van sacks..

is the place language comes to die.

Greedy Laughter

Here-

Where...filmed movement is bound by derelict building and deadwood fire..

Where...silent conversations are concerned and paper free..

Where...official tattooed authority is broken by wired library bench seat..

Where...early evening heron fishing gets plastic bag poison water netted..

Where...greedy laughter clings to painted doorway shadow..

is the place language comes to die.