Prose Poem № 113760
Coin Operated Binoculars
Steve stood by coin operated binoculars on the bay. A couple waited in line to see the birds. He dropped in his last quarters and swiveled the binoculars towards his house on the hill. He thought he saw him with her on the deck, but the bay, like his heart, was filled with fog.
(A 55 Word Short Story)
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