A cold breeze rustled the tent flaps of the amusement park. A lone flyer lifted in the gust and disappeared into the darkness. Wooden horses glowed grey in the eerie light of the carousel. They waited...for the people to come and colour them with their laughter. ...... Why do we never go anywhere, asked the… Continue reading Mane frame
photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin via Unsplash If she chose to keep walking the grey gravel path, life would go on just the same... no better, never worse. Endless possibilities lay at the deepest end of the pool if she dived in, but she hesitated, for fear of what lay in between. She made up her mind, closed… Continue reading A leap of fate
Two countries, two sets of houses, and two rows of boats that never crossed the invisible line in the water. Two sets of people, who were united in their love of sunsets and the sea. Two neighbours, who always waved and smiled across the One border they never created. 3LineTales Photo by Fabio Mangione via Unsplash
photo by Cathal Mac an Bheatha via Unsplash He could still hear his father's words: 'You'll never be special...just get a job. No son of mine is ever going to be a dancer.' But, every night, after turning off the gaudy neon light at the family store, he would dance away his mundane day; this… Continue reading A lie less ordinary
It's been ages since I blogged, I thought, I really want to write, But I've stumbled on this writer's block, That seems wedged in pretty tight. I'll use the Daily Prompt, I said It's worked well in the past, But after just a line or two, Things fell apart quite fast. So now I'm lying in the dark,… Continue reading I have no words…
Photo by Grant McCurdy via Unsplash It watched quietly as the people smiled, like so many had before them. The faces would change through the years, and those that remembered them would fade away too. But, it would carry their memories within itself forever. Faded yellows and frayed edges. Fragments of paper that had aged… Continue reading Lens of life
The sidewalk was bustling as the mass of humanity surged about its day. She looked up through the 'people' trees to catch a glimpse of the sky. She heard it had once been blue, and that the stars shone at night; but, mankind had painted it gold with their greed a long, long time ago. Three Line… Continue reading The Midas Touch?