a day fell out of the year we were cleaning.
Old calendars piled in a corner needed bundling, recycling.
In our haste, we didn’t check to see if all were in tact.
And the day lost, remained flattened…
In fact, it was a day (not special)
just a day.
That could have made all the difference.
About the author
Judy DeCroce, a former teacher, is a poet/flash fiction writer whose work has been published in Pilcrow & Dagger, Red Eft Review, Front Porch Review, Amethyst Review, An Upstate of Mind, as well as Palettes & Quills, and Writers & Books. She is a professional, storyteller and teacher of that genre. Judy lives and works in upstate New York with her husband, writer Antoni Ooto.