It's Still Life

100 Words and a Crow

“She likes a clean house,” says the woman with blue tint hair, “so she hires a woman. Her husband hires one, too,” and a nervous giggle runs itself through the queue.

We’re at the post office, collecting pensions, buying stamps, etc.

And I say, “It was my grandmother’s birthday yesterday, and the woman says, “She must be really old.” I nod, “Yes, she’s 134. She died 51-years ago.”

I break the silence before it starts. “There was a crow in my garden all yesterday, and the woman says, “That would be your grandmother.”

“Coincidence!” says the post office clerk, “Next!”

Written for Ink In Thirds 100 Word Wednesday based on the image above of a crow. (story submitted for publication). Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.