[Another installement in the flash fiction/short short story/79 words or under series. I hope you enjoy this one. It was inspired by a few different scenes that happened around me one particular day on my way to and from work. There were gentle moments, as well as some harsh realities. I'd love to hear what you think this story is about. Tweet at me here.]
A brash, beautiful woman made the viejita feel like the only person on that train. The viejita grew in front of all of us, like a back porch flower caressed back to life. This woman did that to this stranger, and I ached.
At home I found my wife in her usual spot, limp in front of the television as she hollered, “Dinner’s on the counter.” I stared through the window wondering if this was my back porch.