I stood waiting at the traffic lights with a few other humans, and I noticed her immediately: her posture, the recognisable signs of strength and gentleness. There are some very beautiful beings in this city, but this was enough for me to keep my eyes on her, as the traffic roared past us. She … Continue reading Encounter with an Angel, a pre-Christmas tale
Thursday photo prompt You raised your arms, the dove looks about to fly away. The world is at peace, your smile reassures all of us. The small flame vacillates, one short instant. The warm light plays in your hair. How we admire your face, the beautiful eyes that greet all of us. For we … Continue reading Angel #writephoto
Wings A silent sweep above the early Summer moor, a flash of light, and she's gone... I felt the soft flutter, an angel flew by me, clueless mortal, accident of organic chemistry...
Weekly Writing Challenge #141 The stage was set long ago, where we have to admit our guilt, the betrayal of all that we believed in, when we were young. That innocent person, that child, has grown into this: a pretentious liar, a coward, a traitor to what is fair and noble, an unctuous criminal. … Continue reading Unloaded #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #138 It is one of her recurring dreams: the angel stands, high on the edge of a cliff, at night. Herself, watching the angel, can feel the old scar burning, a real fire, not the sort of fake feeling, and she can still remember it in the morning. That, the burn, and … Continue reading Angel of the Night #fivewords
Today’s is a bright, frosty morning, perfect for writing. Sol, already near its zenith, is about to turn around the corner of the house, and for a couple hours the garden and my desk will be lit by the subdued colours of a clear winter sky. Small patches of frost-free grass appear along the hedge... … Continue reading #Diary of a #Writer – December 11
His shop is in one of the oldest streets in the city: uneven, ancient pebbles cover the ground, for him a difficult feat to negotiate every morning, as, in the small hours, he walks from his house to his work. He too is very old, almost as old as one of the stones in the … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Business
I want you I’m searching for you Endlessly Though you’re close So close I can touch you I want more, I want it all I am lost, without you In me In my soul My Lady I will face the legions of Hell For you I will die on the cross For your name: Love … Continue reading I want you