In glimmering gold
You dissect mankind’s triumph
They see only glints

Liquid Gold

Without reason or regret, we hid behind the broken buildings. They had to come!
The hours passed like slugs in a foot race, slow, slow, slower. Would they come?
Midnight clouds crackled with the contained might of the universe, a pulsing, throbbing, sentient sky. Was it them?
They dropped from heaven like liquid gold, their great, white wings clasped tight, their metallic forms glittering. They were here.
We watched the host like the naughty children we were, unmoving, silent as the void. We'd done it.
The angels stood, wiped the crumbs from their mouths, opened their wings wider than oceans and leapt back into eternity. The last one winked.

50 Word Stories: Amazing (Through the Eyes of the Young)

"I flew over the moon, mama. It was the most amazing thing I've ever done."
The little bird shook its wings and bobbed its head with glee.
"The moon was on the water. Just a reflection, my sweet child," said the little bird's mother.
"That made it more amazing still."

Surfing Stars

Every boat had a captain, ours just happened to surf stars. Instead of water, he had the universal currents of space, riding the night in endless gravitational waves. We had no idea how he knew where to head, (it all looked the same to us,) but he did.

One day, or night, or evening, it was so hard to tell, I took a once around the deck. Pointing at comets was a hobby I’d procured; I never dreamt I’d see new life instead. But I did. How I did!

The sun coalesced from vermillion dust cast amongst the star stuff. Right there before my eyes, it sprung into blazing life. I gasped. Who wouldn’t have?

When I felt a tap on my shoulder, I almost jumped overboard, only the ship’s crystal balustrade held me back.

“What do you think, son?”

It was the captain, a strange glint in his ageless eyes.

“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” I said. And it was.

“Life,” he said almost to himself, “doesn’t get any better than this.”

“But don’t you see such things every trip?” I blurted.

“Yes,” he replied and slowly walked away.

50 Word Stories: Imagine

“Ballerinas dancing on the waves.”
“It’s froth.”
“To you, not to me.”
“It’s too wet, too big and I hate it.”
“If a mermaid rode the waves, what then?”
“That might change things.”
“In that case, dear, watch the ballerinas dance because that’s where they come from.”
“Our imaginations.”

The Hatching (Flash Fiction)


“They are unusual.”
I’ll never forget the old lady’s words as she led my sister and me to the cliff edge.
“On your knees children, we don’t want any accidents.”
We did as we were told and shuffled along side the woman we’d only just met. She creaked to one knee, then the other, and then lay out flat on the turf, her head poking over the terrifying drop. We copied her like two elongated caterpillars until three heads were peering down at the churning waves.
“Do you see them?” she asked.
I shook my head and Emily, my sister, did the same.
“They’re balanced on the ledge about twenty feet down.”
“I see the gulls eggs,” said Emily voicing my own thoughts. We’d always been like that two thinking as one.
“That’s them,” she said.
The old lady turned to look at our perplexed faces.
“Ah, doubters.”
“But they’re gull’s eggs,” Emily contested.
“The were birds once,” said the old woman almost trancelike. “When it was their time to change, what you call evolution, they refused. The draw of the ocean was too much; the tides, their beating hearts; the waves, their souls. God took pity on those who loved his work, so compromised. You will see.”
I heard the crack, as Emily tensed. The old lady smiled. And there they were. They did not birth as a bird, but unfolded as a silk sheet on a line caught by the wind. Multi hued in colours so magical as to make one cry, they emerged. Perhaps twenty, maybe more, but a swarm of butterflies the size of birds took flight. They rose into the air in fluttering sweeps, spun towards the dipping sun and undulated away. Almost as soon as the hatching had started it was finished.
When Emily and I turned round the old lady had gone too. We thought she’d flown away with them and just wanted someone else to see. Who could blame her? Who wouldn’t have wanted to go? We did.