-
Paper Aeroplane (Snapshot Stories 17)
You stand on an emerald cliff under a charcoal sky. The wind buffets at you spasmodically, as though half in warning and half curiously. From your jacket pocket, you carefully pull out the paper with all its words left unsaid and with that rose-coloured love heart. It flutters eagerly in the wind like a fledgling…
-
The Woman Who Painted Love Hearts (Snapshot Stories 13)
At first the woman set herself up in the little tree-lined park, just to the left of the entrance, on the grass and among the trees. She set out her little desk and stool, and carefully pulled out a scrapbook – the kind you can buy at the supermarket, a shallow plastic tub which had…
-
The Woman Walked (Snapshot Stories 11)
The road edges frayed into stones and sand. The woman’s footfalls were as quick as they’d been at dawn, even if her feet were now caked in dirt and dust. At her side, the large dog ambled easily. It was invisible to everyone except her. Occasional locals speared her with wondering glances, but didn’t cross…
-
The River Being (Snapshot Stories 10)
The being who appeared before us in the river that night was radiant with stars. Around her, the air prickled with the sound of distant oceans, and she moved and circled restlessly in the way water won’t keep still. But it was her eyes that made me catch my breath. They were a wild wind…
-
Boulevard of Discarded Dreams (Snapshot Stories 8)
We race along the Boulevard of Discarded Dreams, heady with excitement and fizzing with mingled disbelief and joy. We cannot believe we are here at last! We’ve dumped our things in the nearest matchbox-sized digs and now we’re free to explore. Above the Boulevard, the sun is setting behind the hills, and it paints the…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Ree-Imagined Worlds 