Angus took a deep breath and closed his eyes, fingertips steepled. “I can do this!” A sotto voce mantra. Gowned, gloved, and masked: a green god preparing for another performance. The inner voice whispered, “Careful… watch what you’re doing!” Ever since the day his hand slipped.

He will stop soon.

Mari lives in the UK. She writes flash fiction and the occasional poem. Other pieces have been published in Cafe Lit, Paragraph Planet and 101 Words.