Tiny Hands

You feel the swell, 

life’s e x p l o s i o n.

You come 

unstuck, 

wade – in – seas – of – unproductiveness. 

You wipe windows, wipe away, whitewash walls repeatedly, whitewash walls repeatedly, recycle paper, so much paper, paper in every shape and form, formless, full, flowing, overflowing…

You make space, 

fight for peace.

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You echo in the hollow, noise replaced by nothingness.

You stare at life outside, within walls void of anything.

You read newspapers every day then wish you never had.

You long for sticky fingerprints, for small creative hands.

You feel the passing, feel life shrink. 

 


This story was shortlisted in the June monthly micro fiction competition.

About the author: Claire Schön lives in Austria and escapes back to her mother tongue through her fiction writing. She has stories published with Funny Pearls, Fudoki Magazine, Blinkpot, Grindstone Literary and Reflex Fiction. She won Shooter Flash in January 2022 and Retreat West’s Pitch to Win for the novel she’s currently writing. @SchonClaire.