I lost something in the sofa.
Not a remote control:
Something abstract, part of my mind,
Long ago I was writing about
How I lost it in the sofa.
Why did I never finish the poem?
Did I ever feel I’d found it?
What was that precious part of myself
That was lost in the deep sofa?
Here’s one of Inos’s that I didn’t include in the microfictions PDF :
She held out the box of folded up pieces of paper to me and said, “Pick from the box.” They looked like raffle tickets, but they weren’t: they were options in a party game.
I chose one and opened it out, and it said, “You have to pretend to be a gorilla wearing socks. If you do it right you will win a packet of toffees.”
“Whose idea is this?” I grumbled.
“It’s God’s idea,” she replied. “Still want to be a Lord of Chaos? The rest of us prefer to be his children.”