Photo prompt provided by Louise with The Storyteller's Abode. Thank you Louise! The colours drew him into another world and he was lost. Lost in the most beautiful of escapes. The painting was exquisite. The subtle touches of light against dark, the soft brush strokes conveying the tone of the entire painting; tranquility. The … Continue reading A hidden heirloom
I creep upward, gripping the slippery black dome. Out of view and hidden. In case some screeching human sees fit to swat me to allay their fears.
photo prompt ©majesticgoldenrose ***** Hi FFAW, I'm new on this flash fiction challenge. I look forward to meeting all of you. ***** Earl eyed the calf peering at him through the gate. A warm glow bloomed in his chest. The calf was yet another product of his labour over the years. The warm glow receded … Continue reading Revival
The sun slid behind the clouds, then slid right back out as if dancing a tango with various admirers. My heart joined in the merriment and jiggled too.
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
Someone sends Zuzannah malicious racist messages. She has no idea who it is, she doesn't recognise the number. Then the phone calls start. And Zuzannah doesn't feel safe anymore.
The shimmer caught her eye. At first Naledi thought it was a bottle, dumped by the storm.
She remembered the old lady's advice, Go to the Wishing Chair. But wish for only what your heart wants most.
They rolled in traffic past an ambulance stuck on the side of the road, steam hissing from under its bonnet.
Eddie's chest hurt. His tense body seemed to be crushing itself, and his head throbbed with that recurring migraine again.