It’s a great privilege to be the Spillwords Press featured post for a second time with my contemplative think piece, This Endless Ocean. Somewhere up above, a Supreme Being tries to do their best, whilst doomed to forget the worst, and never quite learn from the mistakes.
A big thank you to Dagmara k and the staff at this fabulous venue for exceptional fiction, writing and poetry. Please do take a look around. They never disappoint.
I’m very proud to announce the release of Through Rain and Storm and Sea, co-written with the wonderful Gina Maria Manchego. We are blessed to be among many fine writers and poets included in the latest issue from Lavina Press.
This latest issue is available in paperback from Amazon HERE
We flourished beside the pool like two happy frogs waiting to take a joyous dip. Lotus flowers floated there atop the becalmed water, like the reflections of perfectly captured stars. A dragonfly, apparently unaware of the twilight, zipped about like an army helicopter, downing as many enemies as his mandibles-for-bullets could bite. A breaching moon threatened one horizon as a submerging sun teased the other. A swan’s neck rose from the reeds like an elegant white snake and then dipped away. The universe hung on her next breath, as did I.
“I love this pool. Don’t you?” she breathed. But my mouth did that thing where some old hag had stitched up my lips, so I just nodded. “There’s something about how it captures everything, from those tiny, stray dandelion seeds to entire eternities. That’s what I think, anyway.” Again, I nodded. “You don’t say much for a man so keen for a date.” I smiled and shrugged. “Meh! Probably for the best. You wouldn’t want to spoil the moment.” As if on queue, she leaned in. I didn’t have to move anything but my lips.
Years later, and the television presenter claimed the police to have found them. All of them. Those dive-bombing children, so obese as to flatten the bullrushes, who had disturbed the pond one last time. They’d stamped on the frogs and stolen the swan’s eggs before they’d even hatched. The presenter looked disgusted, but he was smiling on the inside at the dramatic news story now attached to his name. They were to close the whole area off to ‘re-establish the ecosystem.’ I wanted to cry. It wasn’t that I was an eco-warrior or anything, just that I’d kissed eternity there once, and now I’d never see those stars again.
Thank you for reading
Richard M. Ankers. Author: The Eternals Series and Britannia Unleashed
I’m delighted to have my micro-fiction Eventually posted today at MasticadoresUSA. I have written for the Masticadores family of magazines for a while now, and this is my second post with the USA branch of said publications. As always, a very big thank you to editor Barbara Leonhard for trusting in my work.
Again, I hope you enjoy the short read that is Eventually.
Thank you for reading
Richard M. Ankers
Author of The Eternals Series & Britannia Unleashed
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