Flash fiction by Michael O’Brien
day moon
my son’s
first smile
As the zones were decentralised H commercialised most of the property. Sometimes he’d talk to the night, other times he’d take counsel w/ the soil. H believed that oranges were at the root of kindness. On the first Friday of every month he would feed his family just oranges and demand they smile. This act made the town people buy statues for him. They even named the local theatre after him. His favourite statue was that of a pig that had little richard hair. He’d sit up at night and sometimes think of the pig.
hooked leviathan
the moon moves past
venus and mars
my son’s
first smile
As the zones were decentralised H commercialised most of the property. Sometimes he’d talk to the night, other times he’d take counsel w/ the soil. H believed that oranges were at the root of kindness. On the first Friday of every month he would feed his family just oranges and demand they smile. This act made the town people buy statues for him. They even named the local theatre after him. His favourite statue was that of a pig that had little richard hair. He’d sit up at night and sometimes think of the pig.
hooked leviathan
the moon moves past
venus and mars
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Michael O’Brien is based in Glasgow Scotland. His work has appeared in Sonic Boom, Up Literature, Failed Haiku, Modern Haiku, Occulum, et.al. You can follow him on twitter @michaelobrien22
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