Very Short Story: Little One

She spends her time picking up old plastic bottles, finding half-eaten food, sipping on best past beverages, and nipping in and out of the supermarket bins.

A waif with no mother to hug her and no father to play games; she is alone, yet when the moon is full and shines upon her face, then the stars gather to tell her of the better days ahead.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s