I keep a single page of notes on my phone which is a combination of a running grocery list and my dream journal. If anyone ever steals my phone, they will have to deal with this:
Mother with orphan kittens. I try to help her care for them, but I get too much cat hair in my mouth.
Man jumps out of antique car and runs into fields to pick fruit. It is late in the summer, difficult to find certain fruits he wants. I feel sorry for his struggle.
I can do three back flips in a row! I am so athletic! I perform for people in the street, but no one notices.
Wading in tide pools with my sister and Michael Jackson. His white socks get wet.
My name is Nasreen. I write micro essays, one-liners, and other small things. Most of them were funny at some point, at least to me.