Photo by Andy on Pexels.com "Look! You have a brand new year in front of you! Time to undertake what you did not do last year..." Her voice was not that I remembered, somewhat deeper, coming from further away. "I know, all these things I thought of, and never started. The books I did not … Continue reading The Muse
Shadows
Destination #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt You are now so close: and you know I am waiting. The certainty to find me, at the end of this road, your destination. You know, all that time I have been waiting, since the day, that day, when you left. Many pages I wrote since then. Many books I read. … Continue reading Destination #writephoto
Wicker #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Silent, we wait. Sooner or later you will come round. They all do. And our patience knows no bounds. You will come our way, and find us. Whether you recognise us or not, we don't care. We will draw no pleasure from your destruction. It is your fate, and it is … Continue reading Wicker #writephoto
Shadows #writephoto
Shadows "I am not sure where to start," said the old man, looking at me with a smile. "This is an ancient site, and it's full of memories... of shadows too..." I was intrigued, but waited for him to continue. "A great poet once lived here, and also, later, people I don't really want to … Continue reading Shadows #writephoto
Ascent #writephoto
Ascent Inside was a blissful, cool darkness. As we stepped in, and the heavy door closed behind us without a sound, we admired the immaculate spiral staircase, and wondered. How long would we have to wait, and, perhaps, how far would we have to climb, before meeting the master of the house? It was … Continue reading Ascent #writephoto
Waiting #writephoto
Waiting The walls, the stone floor, the sharp edges of shadow, everything here invites the pilgrim to wait: there is no rush. This is an antechamber, a place for the soul to reflect, for the mind to accept. The journey may take a day, or a year, or a thousand years, at the end, … Continue reading Waiting #writephoto
#FiveSentenceFiction: Détour
The declining sunlight casts long shadows on the meadows, trees and rocks magically elongated over the sensual curves of the valley. The little cross is hidden from view, not far from our path, but few walkers know it is there. It’s almost our secret, a tiny haven nestled at the foot of the magic mountain, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Détour
Of Glass & Paper 