The woman and the tree

Twisted knots, gnarled lines, deep grooves, and deformed limbs. The tall, dark-haired man with tan skin looked from his great-grand-mother to the ancient tree, seeing the similarities. She was standing next to one of the drooping branches, one of those which looked as if they’d pointed proudly towards the sky somewhere in the past, butContinue reading “The woman and the tree”

Am I a creative person? (interludes 0.1)

For the first time since I started this blog several weeks ago, there is no flash fiction story today. I do want to stick to my regular schedule of posting a blog every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday at 6pm Sydney time, so here are some of my ponderings, and a quick talk about all theContinue reading “Am I a creative person? (interludes 0.1)”

Skill of a butterfly

The butterfly was magnificent with its splendid array of stunning colours. The wings fluttered slightly while landing on Yesco’s outstretched palm, the movement emphasizing the iridescent red, blue, purple, white and black. She sighed in relief. The first animal she’s been able to call to her. It had taken her several tries in the pastContinue reading “Skill of a butterfly”

Keys

When she got home, she was stunned to discover that she’d lost her keys. Her eyes narrowed. It must’ve been him. He’d been trying to get in touch with her ever since they met at that cafe. He‘d been an elderly man, with a sophisticated look and a distinguished manner. They’d just, out of theContinue reading “Keys”

The president

He checked himself out in the stand mirror. Tall, handsome, powerful. Adjusting his wig, he made sure it was attached well enough. He could only imagine the media activity if they’d discover it’s not his real hair. He did imagine it then, his eyes growing vacant, and thought: ‘That would be a good way toContinue reading “The president”

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