Bleating [Flash Fiction]

Cars in herds around the park on the streets around the park. Horns sounding now like sheep in flocks before shearing.

I see a wasp on a daisy in the grass behind the bench I sit on in the park this late afternoon, rush-hour.

Cacophony.

I see a woman standing with her baby in her arm, the blur of a bicycle all of a sudden passing nearly . . .

I do gasp at the almost.

 

 

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