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Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding Another street corner It was like any other nameless street corner in a nondescript island town. It could have been in the Caribbean or in the Pacific or on any other Tropical Island. There was just the right number of stray dogs and random children kicked up the dust with a … Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction (21.4.19)
The tips of my fingers felt soiled contemplating the greasy buttons. I cringed, reaching for a clean white handkerchief. The phone rang. I held the handset well away from my ear. “Deep breaths. Tomorrow no handkerchief. Repeat after me. OCD is treatable.“ This is my entry to this weeks Twittering tales. I’m writing this on … Continue reading Twittering Tales #132
The argument “It’s a satellite, brought back from the earth’s orbit, recovered from the Pacific Ocean, and brought here.” Matt stood tall, anchored his hands awkwardly to his waist and stared intently into Cassiopeia’s deep blue eyes. “Rubbish!” She tapped her right foot slowly and rhythmically, holding Matt’s gaze intently. “It’s a 21st century artist’s … Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction (14.4.19)
She watched the jet depart and shed a solitary tear. She exuded melancholy, but unbeknownst to the casual onlooker, was relieved that the sick bastard had finally left for good. Only compassion for the crew and passengers prevented the cruellest of thoughts from arising in her mind. (280 chars) It’s Tuesday and time for this … Continue reading Twittering Tales (131) : 9.4.19
Beneath the Bridge He set off from the river’s edge alongside the old stone bridge. Cool, shallow water, filtered between his toes. As he waded across the river, his little sister’s pink plastic sandal straps, cut deep into the fleshy prominences of his feet. He didn’t like adventuring into the water barefoot, and now his … Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction (7.4.19)
You’ve always been forthright. As a child it was charming, but now people avoid you. Today is your 21st birthday. You hand us a crude notebook, full of everything you’ve left unsaid. As we flick through every blank page, you express a wry smile. We look back with affection. (270 characters) This is my second … Continue reading Twittering Tales 130 (2.4.2019)
All about the Pines There was neither geometry nor symmetry in this little corner of the woods. The rustic wooden benches and stools looked sad and embarrassing to contemplate. But the majestic pines looked on. Running past on your Sunday jog, you wouldn’t take a second glance, but rather, avert your gaze whilst running alongside. … Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction (31.03.19)
