Three Things Challenge: PL19 uranium moss dancer It was getting late. Slowly the officer laid the photo on the table. "Do you recognise what those are?" she asked me with a smile. On the stage the one dancer started circling the pole. I looked down, and knew. "Hardened tank shells, probably depleted uranium. Fallujah?" … Continue reading Depleted #3TC
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Mists #writephoto
Mists The ground was frozen, and as he looked up at the pale disc of their star, recognising the landscape in the mists, inhaling the air, he remembered the desert, the infinite sand, the temples in the dunes. He was back. After all these years. Who would recognise him now? He had been a … Continue reading Mists #writephoto
Heard #DailyPrompt
The Prompt "Some of it is noise, even white noise, like a slow motor running empty... But sometime you can hear voices, far away, so it is hard to catch words, or even understand what language is spoken. And then there is the notes, the tunes, the sound of instruments one cannot put a … Continue reading Heard #DailyPrompt
November retreat #WritersWednesday #amwriting
The place suited them, him, and his owl. The owl too loved the wilderness, the immense skies, the many creatures who inhabited the desert. They had their routine. Before their night visit to the mountain, he would dismantle his weapon, in total obscurity, a puerile exercise practised eons ago, in the academy. Then, slowly, his long … Continue reading November retreat #WritersWednesday #amwriting
#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
#FiveSentenceFiction: Sunshine
I love sand: I crawl around the dunes, from time to time coming up to the surface, looking for preys. The birds know about me, and keep well away, of course, for I am no flyer, the others, well, good luck to them, I am so fast. Mostly, I keep still, basking in the warmth … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Sunshine
Of Glass & Paper 