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Entranced, I watched a slug-like blob inch toward the patio...and me. Corpusculum (definition: a puny body) came to mind. I lit a cigarette, inhaled, then formed a circle with my lips, huffing the word “cor-pus-cle'' in three perfect smoke rings. They hovered in the morning stillness, widening. Eventually dissipating.
By Lisa H. Owens
Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday
October 2, 2021
[50-Word excerpt from the short story "Corpuscle Games."]