We want to hide them, tuck them away with our guilty conscience. They are the cracks in our flawlessness, evidence of mistakes we made, impulses overtaking our rational minds. A reminder of a time we'd rather forget, a relationship gone sour, a stranger getting too close or health that deteriorated. It is the past reaching … Continue reading Scars Series
"Do you believe in magic, Uncle Joe?" Little Farida asked as they strolled through an antique store. "Black magic, maybe." he mumbled, then pursed his lips and replied, "No, not really."
Mud oozed between Macy's toes, soothing the thorn-pierced skin on her bare feet. The sun blazed through parting rain clouds. Shining its light on the thorny bushes and flat earth that spread out in all directions towards the horizon.
Inside the box were two necklaces. Each bore a pendant of an interwoven tree, delicately crafted, encircled by a ring of gold. Branches reached outwards, wiry roots dug deep into the bottom edge of the circle.
White doves cooed and shuffled about in their cages. Restless. The sun was out, a windless day yet Penelope's mind was fogged over. Thick with anxiety.
Some things never change. Nadia looked up at the full moon, brilliantly white. The same full moon lit up the dark roads all those years ago as she held Mama's hand fearfully. Sobbing for her murdered Papa.
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll Blood trickled down her shin where it hooked on the barbed wire fence she climbed over. Olivia ignored it. Gently she lowered her backpack on the ground, unzipped it, slowly lifting out the gadget sought after by every military unit of the world. A tangle of cog wheels it … Continue reading The Inventor’s Daughter
Dad promised that I would love the new city, the new house and my new school. I didn't trust the promises adults made.
They watched her from behind a damaged pillar. She came alone as they instructed her to do.
PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr Thyleia pushed the magic crystal sphere deeper into her satchel. Her wings were dripping wet, and they felt heavy. Ferris hovered under a broad maple leaf, shielding him from the rain. "Why don't we find shelter?" Ferris called out to her. "We must get the sphere to the gathering of The … Continue reading Maple leaf rock
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Janna had often thought of Uzair over the years and the memories always offered her some joy through the sadness. The memory she favoured the most was not their wedding day, or the day they bought their first home. It was when they were both much younger, their first … Continue reading Sheltering hope