March 01, 2010

Fiction for a Monday

I remember the picnic on the plains of the Thames dining on oyster and cracker while the scullers croaked their war songs. We'd spent the summer browsing antiquities at the Fitzwilliam where cool to the touch was the relief of the Argonauts and Odysseus as the dew on the immaculate lawns of the college green slowly dried.


William Luse said...

I guess that's what we call a short-short.

TS said...

Or micro-fiction.