But Mother, You Said by Ken Rosburg

Four-year-old Billy saw purple butterflies flitting in his backyard. He tried to catch one but when he got close it flew away. Billy followed the butterfly out of the garden, down the alley, across the street and through neighbors’ yards. He chased it until he lost sight, then he chased another. For hours, he chased butterflies until he finally chased one into his own garden.

He saw police cars in front of his house. Inside, his mother talked to policemen.

“Don’t interrupt when I’m busy,” Mom often said to Billy.

He remembered. Tired, he went to bed.

© Copyright 2016 Ken Rosburg. All rights reserved.
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Ken Rosburg is a retired US Air Force fighter pilot and a retired American Airlines pilot. He began writing in 2012 and has had works published in the national-award winning “SandScript” journal and in the e-zine, “A Long Story Short.” Ken resides in Tucson, Arizona with his wife of forty-seven years.

Empty Alley by Kim Dixon Perez

From her second-floor window she watched as two cops moved the bearded man’s belongings from the shed-sized cardboard box that had been his home in the alley for weeks.

Pillow, water, flashlight, welcome mat, books. He’d come prepared. Set up house. Her quietest neighbor.

She always meant to say hi, but that’s not her way. Still, she worked into the wee hours every night with her window open. Separated by only 15 feet. She could hear him shuffle in his sleeping bag. She knew when he fell asleep.

The cops folded the box. Sigh. The nights would be lonely again.

© Copyright 2016 Kim Dixon Perez. All rights reserved.
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Kim Dixon Perez is a ghostwriter for experts who want to share their ideas and vision. Her specialty is making the complex simple. For fun, she’s turning Pasadena’s Municipal Code into haiku. Stay tuned … it will take her a while (it’s a long friggin’ code). She blogs at OCD Travel.