https://sixcrookedhighways.com/2023/02/25/min-min-weekly-prompt-25-feb-2023/ The moon opened its face, brought light into the deep hollow in the ground. Water glistened at the bottom, a long way down. Marks in the dirt showed tracks. This was the place of life, the Naji. Smoke drifted up, coiled into a spring and unwound a path. Mibba followed it, down when it … Continue reading Min-Min
It’s a Big Question, and a Hard Answer
What advice would you give to your teenage self? What advice would I give my teenage self? What advice would I give my pre-teen self? What advice would I give my young adult self? It's all the same question, in a sense. Maybe not to most people, but it is to me. I didn't have … Continue reading It’s a Big Question, and a Hard Answer
A visual aspect of the future - is it sunset or sunrise? For me, it's sunset, because all my life the sun has set over the ocean and risen over the desert. But both are beautiful, both stark and colourful and full of promise. Whether dawn or dusk, it's the spectrum of hope and possibility. … Continue reading Possibility
Daily Prompt 1848
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be? Still actively looking for the best place to get lost ...
For Valentine’s Day
The best coffee and pastry shop in Adelaide. Mari’s café. Today, Mike was going to ask her out to dinner. Stefano’s, to be precise. A Michelin star restaurant. And dancing at the new club after dinner. They’d show the young folk real dancing, real passion in the steps and movements.
Today, the flirting stopped and the courting began. He didn’t count their youthful attempt at pairing up. Too long ago; they were both inexperienced and heading in different directions. That was then, and this was now. It was time to get serious.
Mike ran his hands down his smartest summer shirt, flattened the silk tie he’d bought in Singapore when on shore leave, and fluffed his white hair the way that first caught her attention. He checked his eyes, put a couple of bright-eye drops in, and checked for flaws, stains or missing buttons in the hall mirror.
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Not at Home
There's something missing here - oh, right! It's me. I'm not around. Well, not physically. So, where am I? Out of town, not at home, gone wandering. Sort of. I've tried to log in a few times, with one success and multiple failures. And the auto-post that was supposed to go up must still be … Continue reading Not at Home
A Combo Effect
For WDYS#170 and WDYS#171 Going Home Empty First, visit the portal to seek your true self. The words on the striated, hand-made paper slid away, replaced by a question mark. "And what will I find there?" I'm assuming I need to ask a question, but the page doesn't change. Maybe it's asking the question, and … Continue reading A Combo Effect
Then and Now
A little light …
Lost. Again. Moving to a new city was a pain in the proverbial. I’d have to stop and ask for directions. Again.
Why did I do it?
For the job, the career, to keep moving. It wasn’t really about work, just the need to keep ahead of those I didn’t want to see again. Ever. I call myself a wanderer, but if I looked closer, I’d have to relabel it as runner.
What am I running from?
Family. Not everyone loved their family, not every family deserved love. A black sheep needed to stay away when the family and their businesses and activities didn’t fit the general acceptance of the community.
Anything else? Yes, and that’s why I’m hiding in this laneway, waiting for that man to get far enough distant that I can put those running shoes on and skedaddle out of here. He wasn’t the same as the…
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Today’s the Day!
Yep, the train anthology is out and about. And the editor has done a post on why readers love scary stories - read on! There's also a review on each story in the collection, so if you want a quick peek, pop on over.
for FFS#81 (sorted by Jim), which is: On that day, there, amidst a clearing in the dark woods, stood … the statuesque figure of Dana, goddess to all the schoolchildren of the village. Tall, fair of skin and eyes, with hair as dark as a deep winter storm, she was a boon to the eye … Continue reading Angel, Angel