#FiveSentenceFiction: Breakfast

The ancient woods are vibrant with bees and morning birds, the early sun rays playing across the foliage of the oaks, ashes and beeches. We follow the path, almost a straight-line to the little hill where the mausoleum stands, white on virgin green and blue sky. There is a stile, then a sharp bend, and … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Breakfast

#FiveSentenceFiction: Memories #Wupatki National Monument #NativeAmerican

We stood, silent, our eyes fixed on the painted desert: then you talked to me in the tongue of your ancestors, it was suddenly as if we were transported in time. Children played on the circular ball ground, parents laughed, you spoke with them. I saw the house, as it was then, in its splendour, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Memories #Wupatki National Monument #NativeAmerican