KYSO Flash
Knock-Your-Socks-Off Art and Literature
Issue 3: Spring 2015
Haibun Story: 129 words


by Dan Gilmore

At sunrise, seagulls are crouched facing the sea, heads buried under their wings. And in this stillness, a stooped old woman appears with a shopping bag. The gulls circle her, squawking, necks strained, looking up. “Hello, boys and girls,” she says. “What a beautiful morning.” She tosses handfuls of bread into the air. Gulls scurry and flap. They screech. Mine, mine, mine, each trying to claim every morsel as its own. The sun trills. Its orange-pink light tickles the underbelly of a passing cloud. Wings beat. Waves crest. Sea vapor infuses the wind with scents of salt and seaweed. Everything is feeding on everything. And each in its own voice cries   mine   mine   mine.

men sit alone in a small café
eating sandwiches
made from the same loaf

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