Mama and I one sunny afternoon were climbing in the branches of the pomegranate tree and savoring the sweet juicy fruit when we heard a rustling in the bushes below. Mama carried me on her back to a higher limb and put me on a thick part where I could cling and gave me…
Category: fiction
Thursday Inspiration 67 — Grandmother’s Gift
From the time she was a toddler following her grandmother down the rows of raised beds of strawberries she knew she wanted to grow things like her. Her chubby hands reached for the bright red berries, and she giggled as the red juice ran down her face and sundress. She looked up and saw grandmother’s…
What do you see # 40 — A message from heaven
As the monk rang six notes on the gong in the garden, six holy figures single-filed into the room, their long hair and silken robes of many hues flowing together as they moved. The only sounds aside from the now-fading sixth note of the gong were the stream tinkling outside of the window and the…
#FF — A scout finds her purpose
The Belafonte was rounding Cape Horn, headed back to Pescespada Island, when Vikram called out to Pelé, “You’re not going to believe what I’m seeing!” Pelé joined Vikram at the underwater observation porthole; his eyes grew wide as he gasped. “Go get Steve and everybody!” Soon the entire crew was gathered around, agog. Were they…
#FFFC 76 — War Wounds
After the war left, memories of those now gone remained. Not only the dozens she knew and loved who were killed or died, but the dismembered and maggot-chewed corpses lining ditches wherever she walked. In the light of day they receded into the mists under the shadows of trees. But as the sun followed its…
#FF — Heavy Metal
At age four, Timmy rarely spoke. From the many crayons, he chose only blue to do his scribbles. He seemed tuned out and didn’t make eye contact. Sometimes he spontaneously tantrummed. Maya sought help. Conventional opinions and treatments ranged from his being an idiot that needed confinement; to he would grow out of it so…
What do you see # 39 — Vermin
Voraciously consuming as much and as quickly as I can. Everything is fair game for my appetite. Regrets? I don’t know the meaning of the word. Me me me; I’m the center of attention, Instinctively and incorrigibly driven to dominate. Never going to stop. One of us will fall. Humans or Earth. Sadje is the…
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