The Toad
Flattened by a car, its arms spread out, a little like Jesus. The sun had baked it as crisp as a potato chip.
“Poor toad,” Maria said. “Didn’t know how to cross the road.”
“Maybe he thought the car was a new friend,” I said. “Rushing to greet him.”
“Or he was puzzling how such a small thing in the distance could become so large.”
We spent hours in such conversations. It was nice, how we never talked about what was next, who we were together. As if the toad wasn’t part of every story in its way, even ours.
For more, read Meg Pokrass’s interview with Grant Faulkner in 100 Word Story.
“The Toad” is part of Fissures, a collection of 100-word stories. It was included on Wigleaf’s 2015 list of Top (Very) Short Fictions.
A really cute story. Perfect finishing
Aww, I love this
Great truly inspiring.
Wonderful Story
Excellent story from top to bottom – especially the final paragraph and that perfect final sentence.