Bleak #writephoto

Bleak   We walk, hand in hand, to the shore, up to the small promontory, and we see our island: it is cold today, but we don’t feel it. Our bare feet slide over the rock, Your empty eyes turn toward me, my love, asking me, in silence, if I am ready to start ourContinue reading “Bleak #writephoto”

#FiveSentenceFiction: Entrance

From the valley we take┬áthe well trodden path, the symphony of Spring following us all the way, to the beloved border that marks the start of a steeper climb. There, the meadow gives way to a rockier ground, and the line of small trees, alpine oaks and pine, becomes visible, just under the cliff. ManyContinue reading “#FiveSentenceFiction: Entrance”