Here's a bunch more Tiny Stories I'd like to see illustrated...
Today, the sky's filled with the sun's glow. Our shadows slink closer together and, behind our backs, hold hands.
The outsider stood beside
The little low-tide, as it dried
And he sighed as he decided,
"We'd be better off inside."
I still visit her grave every day. But I wish, just once, she would visit mine.
you can't sleep?
let's can't sleep