Reaching #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt   “So we are back”, you said in a tone of voice void of emotions. But I knew better: “back” meant we had failed, together, to adapt to a different life, to create the new, to be reborn. Yet this was our home, the naked ground where we belonged. Even the barrenContinue reading “Reaching #writephoto”

Watcher #writephoto

Watcher   The moor already wears its autumn veil, and, soon, we will be home. I know what you will say, when we walk up the hill, towards the place we have chosen for our retreat. “Look! He’s waiting for us, he’s there, can you see him?” But I know that only you can seeContinue reading “Watcher #writephoto”