Fire Arrows #writephoto

Fire Arrows (331 Words) “Why didn’t you tell me?” Sir Pedder raised his head. “Tell you?” he questioned, slowly. “Tell me that you knew my father.” The knight held the young woman’s gaze steadily. “I did not know him well,” he said. “But I remember him. He was a brave man. It was a lossContinue reading “Fire Arrows #writephoto”

The Long Walk

The Long Walk (154 Words) “Are we there yet?” said the littlest gnome. There was no immediate answer. The gnomes walked much as they had walked for many months, slow and patient. “No,” said the leader. “There are still miles to go yet.” The littlest gnome stumbled. She was tired, so tired. “I don’t wantContinue reading “The Long Walk”

The Arrow and its Mark #writephoto

The Arrow and its Mark (289 Words) She leaned on her elbows. It was a warm bright day with a cool wind ghosting the tops of the trees. The water was blue under the sky. For a long time Kat watched, seeing the shapes of minnows like vague small shadows below. But then she sawContinue reading “The Arrow and its Mark #writephoto”

The Umbrella

The Umbrella (175 Words) She had carried the umbrella since she was a girl. Sunshine and rain, there was the umbrella in her hand like a gentleman’s cane. And walking in a moonlight garden with her sister, there was the umbrella spread as always. Angie hadn’t seen her sister in ten years. Both of themContinue reading “The Umbrella”

It’s the Eyes

It’s the Eyes (99 Words) There was no mistaking her pursed lips. It was always dangerous when she frowned at her own work. But for the last week, Annie hadn’t looked at her sketchbook any other way. He asked what was the matter. It was an innocent question. He didn’t expect to be confronted withContinue reading “It’s the Eyes”

Betty Dances

Betty Dances (291 Words) Five years old and Betty was as much a mystery to her mother as she was the day she was born. The little girl seemed so serious, straightening her hair with pudgy fingers, watching not her hair but her own frowning face in the mirror. “I never wanted to be aContinue reading “Betty Dances”

Marble Garden #writephoto

Marble Garden (822 Words) A silent, solemn figure to steal through the graves, his long cloak trailing in ebon folds as if he hurried night into the evening’s blue mists. Past the disconnected lines of wooden crosses he walked, mindless of the old and pausing in a moment’s fixed grief at the newer. His glanceContinue reading “Marble Garden #writephoto”

Going for a Walk

Originally posted on Dreams from a Pilgrimage:
I will see cherry blossoms today dancing lightly in the April breeze crenellated puffs of softest pink jostling, welcoming, anticipating meetings under the arch-browed branches: where petals scamper round the feet of once deplete, now wealthy hearts surfeit with delight not won, but given in sweet abandon from…