Some tiny stories that I like
Somewhere between lost and found,
She decided to become one with the ground.
She missed a period.
Little one, little one, sit high atop my shoulders, above the fog. Let the ghosts stay below.
I apologize for the misunderstanding. This blanket is mine. You can sleep on the floor.
"Every petal is a love me not"
The old lady was allergic to cats, so she collected tea sets instead.