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50 Word Stories – In Cocoa

It was an idea, a fanciful dream. I packed nothing and left everything.

The plantations were green, not brown. A prevailing wind filtered out the sounds of humanity’s pickers but the life I had wished for never existed.

I returned home deflated. My mum smiled and offered me a coffee.

Folded – They’ve Tried

Folded. Yes, folded. They bend and score and twist and press, but I will not be made as they. Not for a day. No, not a day.

Opened. Yes, opened. All flowers must bloom, petals unfurling to take in the sun. The butterflies will come. Yes, they will come.

Beautiful. Yes, beautiful. This world of colour and texture and light and sound. It’s magical when you look. Folded? No, not I.

Blue

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Blue

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

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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

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


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,

We tried.

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.

Then again,

Weren’t we all?