Tag: Discourse

Spring Feast

Spring Feast

It’s still only a sapling, but blooms just as beautifully as any older tree. And the shorter height makes for a shorter flight into the branches. Preparations are made all through the day. Teams of two lift tables and chairs onto the sturdier branches, others following in their wake with vases of dandelion fluff and […]

Enough

Enough

He couldn’t afford a real home. But he did have rich black soil, and a door, gifted from a stranger with midnight-blue eyes. By day he planted an orchard. By night he slept beside the magnificent door.He was content. Owning one thing of beauty was enough. One morning, four sturdy walls appeared. A roof, a […]

Pink Petal Heart

Pink Petal Heart

Hanna looked out her window and found only bare trees. Despite the warmer spring weather and Easter approaching rapidly like a hopping bunny, there were no cherry blossoms to be found. She missed it all, the pink and white delicate petals, the aroma, the overall romantic atmosphere. After the blossoms came cherry fruit. Hanna would […]

Gift for a Witch

Gift for a Witch

Whizzbang twiddled his fingers, fervently hoping the gift to his witch friend, Hepzibah, was a success.  She shouldn’t be running this late for her own birthday bash. A shadowy shape sputtered slowly by his window, accompanied by a thud, a yowl and a stream of curses. Whizzbang cracked open the door and found Hepzibah heaped […]

Closing Down

Closing Down

Sandra had as many kinds of fears as there were colors in her make up kit: red fear for punishment, blue for humiliation, white for fear of being nothing. She feared not being smart enough, confident enough, attractive enough. She felt fear for disappointments and uncertainty; even for fear itself. One after the other, the […]

Monday (2)

Monday (2)

She looked up at his lined laughing face and stood quickly, eager to grab the lumpy package from his desk. ‘Not so fast,’ he whispered as his bony fingers closed over her wrist, ‘Which door will you choose?’ He dropped her wrist as she turned around surveying the room. Only then she noticed the other […]

Worth Waiting For

Worth Waiting For

At six years old, the boy, sitting with his mother underneath the flowering cherry in their garden, decided the blossoms were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The delicate tight buds had developed into pale pink flowers, which he wanted to draw and paint, but he couldn’t reproduce their beauty. By the age […]

Tea for Two

Tea for Two

The plate glass doors of the supermarket whoosh to and fro for masked shoppers with their trolleys. On the other side Pat and Irma sit on a row of hard airport-style seats, shuddering with each waft of cold air. At 87 and 92 and too infirm to take a socially distanced walk in the park, […]

The Paintbrush

The Paintbrush

Opening the door to the attic, she entered what was once an artist’s studio.  Light from the rooftop windows revealed numerous unfinished paintings leaning against the walls.  Discarded rags smeared with turpentine and a rainbow of colours lay on the floor.  And standing proud, in the corner, a wooden easel housed a blank canvas. “Locked […]

Keys

Keys

Another rejection letter, another locked door. Wonderful stories – but unpublished, unread.Broke. Downhearted. Sudden idea! Landlord says no rent, no home. Write him curly black hair, a twenty-something body. Don’t worry about rent ever again, he says.Hungry, write the grocer a healthy boy child. He adds “& Son” to his sign, keeps the larders overflowing. […]

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