50 Word Stories – The Clams
Everyone had an opinion without knowing what they gave an opinion on. A cacophony of the uneducated, those with the loudest voices fought to be heard above others of their kind, the quieter majority engulfed. I thought them clam-like, mouths opening and closing under the sea, though clams seemed smarter.
50 Word Stories – Unexpected
When that first snowdrop pushes through the earth, its white cap more delicate than a snowflake yet stronger than a storm, some might call it unexpected. Last night, a good man slipped the other way in search of bulbs within the earth; it was not unexpected.
Unexpected: an all-encompassing word.
“Mornings are great for delaying afternoons.”
“It’s just something my da used to say.”
“Sounds like a wise man… not!”
“Wiser than you might think. He was a miner, my da. There were no mornings or afternoons down the pit. That’s why he said what he said. Mornings grow lighter, whilst afternoons only ever grow dark. Him and his mates never knew if they’d see the morning’s light again. The same each and every day. Makes you think.”
“Geez! And here’s you making candles for a living.”
“For da. Out of respect for him and his mates.”
“So those who fear the dark will always have a bit of morning with them.”
“Sometimes you’re deeper than I give you credit for.”
“Never as deep as them, John. Never as deep as them.”
The world is blue.
Although life can be defined by the colours in which we parade, the earth itself lies resplendent under an emerald green jacket. For most people, a copse of trees or lush meadow define the idyllic. But not all.
For some, those identifiable dreamers, blue is the colour they aspire to be it ultramarine sea or cerulean sky.
Blue will fold around us when the green dies away.
Blue will be there when needed until our dying day.
A rippling reassurance when troubled. A turbulent chastisement when persuasion fails. Our droplet of universe.
The world is blue.
50 Word Stories – Another Day Won
The sun broke over a winter’s morning like crashing waves a cold, dark shore. It was more than a change of perspective, more than light versus night, rather, a reversal of fortunes, a gauntlet run and won. All it took was everything, and everything’s what it gave. Another day won.
50 Word Stories – Breathing in Unison
There are ever moments in lives made from many that demand savouring more than others. Every second should share the same values, the same high regard, and yet they don’t. For me, it’s those moments in the still of night when hearts collide and you realise you’re breathing in unison.
Naked in Hindsight
Like ivies entwined
Curling through the branches of life,
We made for the light
From out of totalitarian darkness.
We had to, you see.
Natural lovers chased by the mould,
The mildew of existence,
Seeking the comforts of shared warmths
And a quiet breath or two,
Yes, we tried.
Innocents, one might have said,
If free from society’s sharp tongues
And scathing accusations.
Or alternatively fools.
For the truth was,
The very essence of the situation,
We were naked in hindsight.
Weren’t we all?