A dull thud, the blue tit drops to the patio, and Anna hastens to open the French door before lazy cat George thinks a snack has dropped from heaven. She cradles the tiny, feathery body in her bare hands. No heartbeat. But a glimmer of sky is reflected in the jet of its eye. Anna’s […]
Tag: Microfiction
Many are called…
but few are chosen in the symmetry and ritual, the circle of life and death, from the first gasp at birth to the very last breath. Fresh grass grows on mountains through snow and stones; saplings take root in graves among crumbling bones; new life and innocence bring hope and vision. Many are called but […]
Picking Lice from a Troll
When I was born, or so I’ve been told, I was almost handed over to a goblin by the name of Rumpelstiltskin in exchange for a spot of spinning. What my mother didn’t tell me, when we had the ‘woman to woman’ talk, was that her trickery meant I would marry a troll. I blame […]
writing in north norfolk 