Train to Ladywell
What crossroad am I approaching? London Bridge towards the National Rail Southeastern train surely. Are my considerations haunting me? I can hear foolish gossip. The wick on a wax candle burns until its finale. Am I at my wicks end– setting fire to the paper airplanes circling Westminster? Another train passes by. “This one yours?” asked the middle-aged conductor. “No,” I…
Won’t You Join Me to Play Today?
Jack’s Adventures Part I: Childhood ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a boy named Jack who lived in a red cottage just on the edge of a woodland. Jack lived there with his mother, father, and two siblings. He was the last-born child and had a real sense of imagination. Everyday Jack wondered in the…
The Blue Jay in the Window #shortstorysunday
A blue jay flew by the window. A Cyanocitta cristata as my avid bird-watching father would have said. On my tenth birthday, he gifted me my first pair of binoculars and together we went on a retreat entirely dedicated to the birds. Dad had a sketch pad full of every bird his eyes ever set…