A Pond and A Bicycle

“Woohoo!” His joyous shouts carved happiness into listening trees like knives, rebounding across the sun-drenched pond below. He burst from the hill, sailing weightless for a moment, knife grin echo splitting his tanned face. Bounce. Weightless again, controlled and fearless. Twisting the bicycle beneath his body, sharp smile shining with reflected sun, he beamed at … Continue reading A Pond and A Bicycle

Djiti Djiti

Chit-chit-chit-chit"The wagtail’s at it again.""’Tail!""Aw. Where’s the birdy, Izzy?""’Tail!""Noisy critter, isn’t it. Hasn’t stopped all day. No, don’t go out- Hon! Go get Izzy, would you?"Chit-chit-chit-chit"I don’t know, Meg. Some say wagtails are lucky birds. I wouldn’t mind a pair nesting at my house.""You can have mine." I sip my tea. "Hon! You’ve got to … Continue reading Djiti Djiti

Countdown

“Five minutes and counting.” Time is interminable. It stretches, yawning, threatening to overtake him with its dark menace. How does he sit through these protracted seconds launch after launch? The chair is creaking with the weight of his despondency. Twenty-seven donuts contributed their piece as well, but every time he swears off bringing them he … Continue reading Countdown

When The Refugee Came

It was our people’s last peaceful summer, though peace would not describe the sky. Ships exploded overhead like bursting stars, raining molten innards on the sea. Only one star fell to land. From its broken depths a child emerged, forged of light. Hunted by death. It was I who found the child. Who waited for … Continue reading When The Refugee Came

The Professional

The restaurant was packed to just the right density for Henri to move unobtrusively through the crowd. His slim form slipped through darkness along the room’s edges, the slick black suit swallowing the light. The shadows greeted him like an old friend and he smiled, appreciating the little things that made his business easier. Beyond … Continue reading The Professional