Passed this garbage can yesterday while Traveling at the Speed of Bike (on the first warm day in weeks). Wrote this on my Street Shorts micro-fiction site: It was the kind of day for shedding. Coats. Tears. Light.
I like that one. A whole story in 11 words. Am now trying to decide on the four or five Street Shorts that will be featured in my next found-space art exhibit for 7 MPH Studio (possibly at Gallery 26).
Traveling at the Speed of Bike 