Once upon a tweet there was a time but it was limited & the characters were few & cramped together & death beckoned impatiently as I typed.

Once upon a tweet there was a man who tried to build a house with words but made a world instead. Every door led to a new continent.

Once upon a tweet there was a story, curled tight in a box in a drawer in a room. A little girl opened the box and saw herself in embryo.

Once upon a tweet there was a maze of storylines in the palm of the reader’s hand. The author wandered, lost.

Once upon a tweet a character was born in the prison of a brain cell. The author allowed him occasional parole.

Once upon a tweet there was a man who fell and became a monster. On the other side of the mirror, a monster learned to become a man.

Once upon a tweet I wrote myself in miniature.

Once upon a tweet a blade of grass became an impossible tower.

Once upon a tweet an image roosted on the edge of a precipice.

Once upon a tweet the reader chatted with the author and the story went its own way.

Once upon a tweet the reader dug for meaning and fell into his grave.

Once upon a tweet a story spread like a virus.

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Originally published as a series of tweets.