His scream carries through the back door, sending chills through her fingers all the way to her toes. She races to her child, heart frozen in between beats, only to be met with shrieks and giggles.
Grass stains, faded jeans
beads of sweat and sun-browned skin
epic game of tag
Today I did a micro haibun (less than 55 words). This is my second attempt at a haibun. The form was not required for today’s prompt but I feel it fit this scene best.
Today’s prompt over at NaPoWriMo: “write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up.”