To Cut a Pair of Scissors - flash fiction
I don't know if the scissors broke when the bird then sang.
Abelito was seated on the chair. His wealthy grandfather called for the magic woman of the area to cast a spell - to bestow a charmed life on Abel.
Under the chair was an open pair of scissors.
I don't know if those scissors broke. I think so. I like thinking so too.
Abelito had a ruinous life. He stopped talking about himself at least as early as his children were born. Sleeping under bridges, a monstrously mad girlfriend, his left-behind book collection. Beyond that it was eruptions about rude military victories of the 19th century. It's the volcano''s way. The volcano also seeps all over the highway.
I can't say for sure if the scissors broke.
My scissors broke. I like to think that Abelito's scissors, which I like to think were broken, broke my scissors.
Abelito was seated on the chair. His wealthy grandfather called for the magic woman of the area to cast a spell - to bestow a charmed life on Abel.
Under the chair was an open pair of scissors.
I don't know if those scissors broke. I think so. I like thinking so too.
Abelito had a ruinous life. He stopped talking about himself at least as early as his children were born. Sleeping under bridges, a monstrously mad girlfriend, his left-behind book collection. Beyond that it was eruptions about rude military victories of the 19th century. It's the volcano''s way. The volcano also seeps all over the highway.
I can't say for sure if the scissors broke.
My scissors broke. I like to think that Abelito's scissors, which I like to think were broken, broke my scissors.
