Alphabet Books (one-sentence fiction)

Anthony came home from his third date with Nola—a walk in the woods followed by a long, languid picnic on a hilltop, from which they could see other hills rolling to the distance—and sat at his writing desk, tossing the two folders of current alphabet book projects to the floor in front of the bookcase lined with his published alphabet books, and then he took pen to paper, composing free verse that yearned to capture snatches of her smile, laugh, hair in the breeze—all with his heart floating up in the clouds that they had transformed into bizarre animals—and his pen played in the spontaneity of jazz.

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copyright Dave Williams