50 Word Stories: With Regret

And though we welcomed them with arms open, a smile creasing our desperate faces, they shunned us.  And though we offered food, lodgings, the comforts of home, they spurned our genuine invitations. And we regretted our recklessness, our hopes and shared loves. Were they our children? What had we made?

Delicate

 I live for the delicate moments those brief instances of bliss. Some call them the simple things, God’s sweet freedoms, the touch of a snowflake on a chapped cheek, perhaps, a butterfly’s wing transparent against the sun. A perfect memory lost to time, we count them differently to life’s tedium. Delicacy can last until […]

The Hurricane and the Wind

We left as lovers lost in a storm of unkempt emotions. Such was the way with the hurricane and the wind. We blew across the world elemental in our excesses. We didn’t care; we were free. Like bottled cyclones, we span around in translucent circles, the world at our feet and the sky out of […]

50 Word Stories: Home

 It doesn't matter how many pairs of boots you wear, the miles they've covered, what they've seen, they'll never replace a pair of slippers by your own door. It was a simple detail, lesson learned, but learn it I did. I just wish you'd been there to pass me them.

50 Word Stories: Moments

 Something about the word moments stirs memories in a way no other can. I see them as fleeting glimpses of a past long gone like images reflected in a broken windshield each fragment fractionally different to another. We had our moments, I think? It was them that cracked the glass.

The Once Lovers

 Yes, we were lovers, you and I. The spring knew us as the dawn on a dewy meadow, summer as a sun-kissed sky. Winter was warmer for our passion, the snow never settling, the winds not wild just free. In autumn, leaves fell around us as confetti at a wedding that would never be. […]

50 Word Stories: When the Spring Tides Come

 She peered through a frill of willow tendrils dark eyes glaring. Tied to the river as she'd been the sea, the girl's tail flashed a silver dagger. I'm ashamed to say I ran when all she wanted was a friend. I dream about her still when the spring tides come.

Lost Words Gone

Wandering in starless circles Pull the sheets up Take a breath Plunge into sweet oblivion, again And let the blood run freely Pool in patches of what I was Rivulets of a lesser life Crimson reminders unseen in the dark Blacker than black this ex-me Hate running deeper in the night Eyes screw up tighter, […]

50 Word Stories: Sunsets

 Sunsets come but once a day, a demarcation between today and tomorrow. I value each one of them with the same joy, whether they be gold or grey, shining nows or momentary, future glimpses. All leave much too soon. 2016 brought too many sunsets. Now, I look to dawn instead.

Falling Fallen Fall

Ungraceful, I fell, a tumbling decline, thunder in my heels and lightning in my eyes. That flirtation with gravity unbecoming; the great equaliser, less than a bird, more than a bat. Time, they said: to think; to weep; to pray. But as I plummeted the ground closing like an opened eye, I had but one […]