We sat on the bench outside the oncology ward. The sun was bright and the sky clear. Roses were blooming in the prayer garden. We laughed and talked as if we were carefree. You got up to go; left me behind with a hug goodbye. I waited until you were in your car before IContinue reading “Micro Fiction: We sat on the bench outside the oncology ward”
It actually feels great to be getting back into the swing of things, especially writing-wise. Though I can feel the remnants of the anaemia still, I am doing so much better. And writing at a proper pace again, which is — to say the least — awesome. The one thing I do like about warmerContinue reading “Getting Back Into the Swing of Things”
So, I got booked off work for two weeks…
I stopped to smell the flower at the roadside. Its petals dripped red upon the ashen-grey ground. My back strained beneath my book-filled backpack. Them I dared not leave behind. I followed the painted flowers to a ramshackle building. There I found the artist on his knees, crying silent tears. “The paint’s finished,” he sobbed.Continue reading “Micro fiction: “I stopped to smell the flower””
Originally published on 7 September on ParagraphPlanet, this micro piece was written from a scene that popped into my mind one day. They burn your birth-tree with you when you die. Your ash would mix before being scattered by the ever-swirling-whispering-wailing wind. I always thought winter – that dark season – was the perfect timeContinue reading “Micro fiction – They burn your birth-tree with you”
Excellent news! My micro fiction “They burn your birth-tree with you” is published on Paragraph Planet today!
She watched from the bed as the creeper slowly took over the wall and then the windows of the room. Spring rain hastened its growth and it twisted tendrils around burglar bars, stuck to glass, and made sure that only slivers of light filled with dust motes could enter the now darkened room. A robinContinue reading “Micro Fiction – “She watched from the bed””