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Relative Loudness
Photo: Jessica Lewis on Unsplash “It’s way too loud!” Maria smoothed her skirt. Her mother’s sense of what wasn’t “too loud” was limited to washed-out grays, faded pastels, and the kind of drab that...
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Out Of Sorts
Photo: Sue Vincent “I thought I’d see better,” she frowned. “Your thoughts were wrong.” The matter of fact tone caused her frown to deepen. It really was no way to speak to her, especially given the...
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New Born
Photo: Sue Vincent He was born on a blustery night to a woman who huddled on the exposed slopes with naught but the protection of three wide backs to block the worst of the wind. The men crouched,...
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The Two Stones
Photo: Sue Vincent She shivered in the early winter chill and pulled the woolen cloak around her. The wind whipped her hair – always unruly – into her eyes. Her fingers stung. The day was above...
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A Hole In The Sky
Photo: Sue Vincent “There’s a hole in the sky,” the child’s voice rose then hushed in part-fear, part-wonder. “Indeed there is,” his father nodded. The boy flicked his eyes away from the luminescent...
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Almost
Photo: Sue Vincent “I wonder how many had spent a night in this place through the centuries.” Dennis looked up from his walking boots. The laces had knotted and he was adamant about untangling them...
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The Others’ Side
Photo: Sue Vincent “Why is it this way, Mama?” The woman let the small hoe drop from her hand. She straightened, hands over the small of her back, achy from the bending. The plot was spare, and the...
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A Key To The Heart
Photo: Sue Vincent The last thing she believed was that her great-grandmother’s words had been literal. The old woman was prone to tall tales, lore and fairies, rumors and gossip, odd potions and...
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Space To Roam
Photo: Sue Vincent When they first left the city she was devastated. She knew it was the better choice. That the twins’ sensitive lungs could not function in the pollution. That Mark’s temper...
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Clara Of The Clock
Photo: Sue Vincent There were bells above the clock in the tower. A tiny room above that, with blue shutters that could close themselves to everything or open to the four corners of the world. A...
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