Inspired by Sue's photo prompt There was no one at this desolated place where he had expected to see her. Yet her message had been clear: "Meet me at the guard, the highest point on the hill, where you have a full view of the mesa." They had played there, witches and sorcerers, and later … Continue reading Guarded #writephoto
Fantasy
Fantasy
There are nights when his imagination runs wild. As time passes, those get less frequent, but, if anything, more vivid. Some of the material, and characters, reappear from earlier episodes of his life, some from his writing, others are new fantasies, out of the blue. He is now in the habit of discussing his dreams … Continue reading Fantasy
Tunnel
Photo by Thiago Matos on Pexels.com "It's a matter of patience: there is light..." "I believe you, but it seems so far away, almost beyond the horizon." "Have faith. I am here, I will guide you." There is a pause. Outside the rain stops. He can only hear her calm breathing, sense her scent, a … Continue reading Tunnel
Low Tide
"Another few hours and the sea will reach the beach: a small drop of time, the beat of an eyelid... Yet we have to wait, and even then we will not know much more, about us, about life, not even about death..." "My dear, you are philosophical this morning. I know how to cure this! … Continue reading Low Tide
Fantasy #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt As they prepared to leave and go home - a long way away - they started fantasising... There would be an island, a secret garden, a view over the old church, new colours and space for dreaming and loving. Perhaps even a shortcut to the lake from their porch? They would … Continue reading Fantasy #writephoto
Worn #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "Those worn steps," she said as they stood in front of their door, "speak of our story..." She was right, but he was pleased there was then no-one to hear, or see them. How could they explain? They were coming home, after so many years. Years? Ney, decades, or worse. This … Continue reading Worn #writephoto
Glisten #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Is this you, running toward me, in the dying light of our star? Is it you, or your double, or your servant? I know it cannot be you, how much I wished it were. But I know: I lost you, eons ago, far away. Tonight I remember, the long voyage, the … Continue reading Glisten #writephoto
Dream #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt They were back, still in a daze, amazed at the colours, the air, the clouds. She took his hand, in silence, knowing he could not be reached, yet. Was this real? Or was it a dream, another dream? If it was, then she did not want to wake him up, or … Continue reading Dream #writephoto
Silver #writephoto
Thursday writing prompt "I am glad you brought me here, Paul," she said in a whisper, "I have never seen water on this scale. Even here, this small pool. And the wet sand..." The boy looked back at her, his young bride, as through her veil he saw the blue in blue eyes. "This … Continue reading Silver #writephoto
A tale of two worlds
Recently I have indulged in some fantasy. This is the story of a man who appears to live in two very different places, with the same companion. He sensed she’d moved out of the room and must be in the kitchen, making coffee, as every morning. Here, in the city near the sea, their … Continue reading A tale of two worlds
