
Listen
Spoken version
A recorded reading of “Carrying the Unfinished”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
I carried the unfinished thing in a paper bag. People assumed it was lunch. At the crossing, it began to hum. I held it closer, embarrassed by its need. When I reached the other side, the bag was empty. The unfinished had learned to walk.



No published comments yet.