I was using my finger
to shoot imaginary bullets
at the stars
when one of them
fell from the sky
the next day
there was a black crater
where the dog park had been
and the obliterated remains
of a cat or two
when no one was around
I took the offending weapon
and threw it
into the deepest part
of the river
I am confident
the fish will destroy
any trace of the evidence
just as soon as they have finished
dining on my eyes
Suzanne Verrall lives in Adelaide, Australia.
Her flash fiction, essays and poetry appear in
Atlas and Alice, Flash Frontier, Archer Magazine,
Lip Magazine, Poetry NZ Yearbook,
Australian Poetry Journal, and others.
suzanneverrall.com
Featured image: Intergalactic Watermelons by Matt Malcom