Hindsight
Made a stew—my disguise, last year. Life gives you lemons—you make lemonade. When life has you staring at hindquarters of an elephant and donkey ignoring you while birds flip around their stench—gross!—you just stew and wonder, “How’d they get so impossibly big! Try moving that!”
Many in a stew—wish they weren’t. You know what they say about hindsight.
Now I walk at nighttime, staring at the skyline, wondering about last year’s guidelines and what will hit—blindside. Elevated thoughts help me jump from stew I wear like everyone else—now, I look to the divine.
This was a submission to Globe Soup’s writing challenge to write a story in 100 words or less. The theme is 2020.
Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Globe Soup’s Facebook challenge in early January 2021. Republished by Ink Jot Kingdom on January 27th, 2021.
