Micro Fiction

I have made a nest…big fluffy feather pillows, white crisp sheets, light downy quilt on a bed of clouds. Picture books, reading books, my writing pad, surround me— a cup of hot chocolate on my bedside.   Here beside the water, the silence fills me with contentment and harmony. I tune my ears in, and […]

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How does one define the landscape when the ocean is their all-encompassing view?   Today the waves dance like a gypsy dancer, swaying, tilting and rolling. Occasionally white water breaks on the surface. Where does the white water come from? Is it the wind agitating the waves? Is it the ship, cutting a path on […]

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It is inconceivable that a place, a time, an event, a piece of music which fills us with transformational emotions, that lift us to a higher place, that leave us in wonder and awe, does not correspond to some definitive spiritual reality.   These moments in our life that feel more exalted, purer and truer, […]

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The shop was perfect…small and intimate. The plaque at the entrance to the arcade, was dated 1924. Polished timber floors, lead light windows facing the arcade’s terrazzo floor; decorative floral mouldings on the pilasters…I was in antique heaven.   I breathed in the smell of original timbers, and something else…old books. This had been an […]

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She sits slumped against the window of her castle tower. Loose strands of golden locks frame her face. Her eyes, transparent blue, stare towards the horizon. What were once green fields, now covered in a thick blanket of snow.   She watches a jack rabbit skitter from tree to tree. Her heart aches for the […]

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Months passed uneventful. A tiresome replay of yesterday and tomorrow. A twenty-first century ground hog day. The scorching humid months saw air-conditioning used to excess, pools over used, ocean and beaches over crowded.   Then like a miracle the day arrived. There was movement at the grounds. The giant cauldrons clamoured with the sounds of […]

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Her colour and her beauty left me breathless.  She was passionate, an artist, a poet, a sculptor. People came to see and hear her…to experience a night a day a week and bathe in her strength, her fearlessness and her spirit. At the birth of the Renaissance she was infused with intention, emotion and knowledge. […]

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The time had come for her to tell her story…to debunk the lies of the last four hundred and eight-two years. This would be the truth, told by a woman of her choosing.   Her story would not be hurried.   Little by little she would divulge clues, some in the most unlikely places. They […]

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The weather is cold and harsh, here, in the paddock. The winds blow constantly…south-westerlies from the North Atlantic. The rain falls heavy, hardening my body to cold granite.   A thousand years ago, we stood as one. We weathered the storms, the lashings of rain, sleet and snow…we offered protection to the druids…a place for […]

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Lightning flashed, zigzagging across clouded skies. Seconds later thunder cracked and sizzled.  The house trembled. I sat on the verandah watching the storm’s approach…a glass of red in my hand. The rain arrived, hammering the corrugated iron roof. Water rushed from the gutters and flowed down the garden paths. I stayed there all night, unable […]

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