This snap fiction story was prompted by two little wheels sticking out above the water surface in a park ditch.
No matter how deeply we feel connected to a group that shares any given identity, the fact remains that on an individual level, we will always be more unalike than alike.
This Halloween-themed snap fiction story started crawling out of the woodwork after I took a photo of a lone sneaker, trampled and almost buried in the sand.
On the first day, Bit created the one and the zero. And Bit said, “Go forth and copy and paste thyself ad infinitum.”
The idea for this little snap fiction story came from seeing a house in my neighborhood that was being renovated.