Chestnut Girl

28. April 2019 at 18:49 (flash fiction, Posts in English)

In March, I attended one of Vienna Storytelling Collective’s open mic nights. The host encouraged us to produce some microfiction (50 words max.) or „a story in a tweet“ on the theme of „When I was young“. And of course I couldn’t resist to share a memory… (I was too young to remember, but my mum told the story to me a few times and well, it sounds very much like me 😉 )

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As a child, I once lost a chestnut in a bus accident. The one who had the accident was the chestnut, not me.
Still, I cried. But the man next to me didn’t understand my sorrow.
I guess he had never lost a beautiful chestnut before.

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