Humans Like Grass: A Short-Short Story

I was never more delighted to see my sister than the day she caught me outside eatin’ grass. What are you doing, she asked. Eatin’, I said. Why you eatin’ grass, she asked. Goats eat grass, I said. You aint no goat, she laughed. I butted her knee with two finger horns attached at my temples. She giggled. We lay in the green itchy tufts and ate grass together. Ladybugs crawled up our arms and legs, ticklin’ our skin. A month ago, my sister’d been diagnosed with schizophrenia....more