Pink Hat

She put on her pink hat, spread hummus on the crispbread, and decided it would taste better on a snowy cliff, just not here. Wherever here was. She couldn’t remember the last time she didn’t feel lost. She stepped outside, and the neighbor whispered, “Shirley, where are your clothes?”

Adrian Voss lives in Colorado and enjoys the weather while exploring the silence and experimenting with genre. adrianvoss.com