ten years later

A monster tramped in the falling snow, growling and devouring everything in its path, wiping out the reminders of civilization and leaving rubble and grime before returning to the sea. Familiar scenes vanished and became memories, tears were shed until no more, and resilience was imposed to persevere. Today, the sea is calm while, on the shore, a different type of varmint rages on, and … Continue reading ten years later

tempus fugit

  She leans in to scrutinize the stranger. The blotchy haggard face with narrowed eyes, scraggly salt-and-pepper hair barely covering the dry scalp, and skeletal contour. I hope I won’t look like that when I get old, she touches the hollow cheek in the mirror with her wrinkled hand.   For Three Line Tales, Week 224. photo by Nick Fewings via Unsplash Continue reading tempus fugit

beauty and the beast

  She survived the darkness by hiding and believing that she was not good enough and ignored the sound. One day, a carriage stopped and waited patiently outside, and she lifted her head, mustering her courage, listened, and stood up on her feet. She took a step and another, then another, until she was in the sunlight, and onto the carriage, ushered by her own … Continue reading beauty and the beast