Familiar


(Cinquenta – write a story in 50 words. I ended up writing a poem, looking for structure to contain the 50 words.)

 

Johanna sat on the plaid
sofa, where once she’d felt
so hot, felt too much
part of the braided fabric,
the communal clock. The joy

In her kneading dreams lifted,
she felt the bread rise,
the tea steep, the old
dog sleeping at the fire
so calm, so warm. Familiar.

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