I give to you a story in 2x eleventy-one words...
A singular dollop of crisp rain splashed upon her greasy
head; it woke her from deep slumber. She thought herself at home beneath the
leaky ceiling. When she heard a girl shriek, her plump body came to rigid attention.
She sought the scream’s origin but saw only blurred flashes dashing about. The
banshee wail came again. A few blinks and she focused on a young lad soaking some
fleeing girl with a multi-colored super soaker. The woman’s torso relaxed as
she let fly an audible sigh. She leaned back against the bench and let the warm
breeze play upon her lips. That’s when it dawned on her. The stroller was gone.
She stood abruptly. Myriad stars littered her consciousness.
The bench aborted her fall. A cop approached, asked her if all was well. She
lied poorly, stammering through stilted English that it was. He considered her,
smiled crookedly, and departed. Deportation, she posited, was not what she
needed. She dialed and spoke after the answerer’s hello, someone took your
child. Silence followed. Then, I’ll call the cops; please come. The nanny
knocked, listened for footsteps, watched as the cop from the park opened the
door. She entered. There sat mother and child flanked by the stroller. You’re
fired, the mother sobbed. The cop continued, ma’am I need you to come with me.
