Aymara the Llama by Migy Blanco
Dark blond and übersoft,
my winter coat
gained a magical air when the
babysitter showed me the label,
pronouncing the word — Llama —
telling me about the animal, its
mountain home, its prized wool.
I spent the remainder of the day
coat across my lap, an
encyclopedia opened atop it,
lost in discovery and wonder.
My post written in exactly 55 words for Flash Fiction 55, now hosted by the lovelies over at imaginary garden with read toads.