Safe

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/ ‘Be safe, little fledgling,’ Clara said, wrapping her hazel wings about her red breast. Her claws gripped on to the hollow branch , observing his tiny feathers finding the strength to lift himself into the evening sky. The sun shifted over the canopy, glowing through a thick mass of green leaves. HidingContinue reading “Safe”

Human

Written for https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2025/07/06/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-374/ Humans are a breed like no other. We are the only creatures who can communicate with each other using words; written, spoken and even in pictures. Unfortunately, we have made the wrong decisions despite our power. It isn’t the animals who have created climate change, destroyed rainforests, or exposed the ozone layerContinue reading “Human”

Summerween

Written for https://weeklyprompts.com/2025/07/05/weekly-prompts-colour-challenge-black-white/ Halloween, and the colour of choice is ebony, ivory, and gold. In our local T K Max, we now have Summerween. Pink ghosts, pumpkins, and summer drink cups. We brought my husband, for his birthday, a skeleton having a rest in a paddling pool. We reckon he will love it. He hasContinue reading “Summerween”

Unafraid

Written for https://mymindmappings.com/2025/07/01/fandangos-story-starter-207/ The house wasn’t the same anymore. Amanda stood at the gate, wondering whether she should walk over the threshold. Her therapist’s words hovered in her mind like a swarm of hornets stinging her positive thoughts. Carnations scattered throughout the dirt, unafraid of being seen. Pretty pink petals littered the once perfect path.Continue reading “Unafraid”

A Blur

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/sunday-poser/ I have no sense of direction. When anyone gives me instructions on what way to go, I remember only the first part of the conversation. My husband expects me to understand every single instruction, but after the first sentence, all I get is turn left, and the rest is a blur. ItContinue reading “A Blur”

Plastic

Written for https://weeklyprompts.com/2025/06/28/weekly-prompts-the-one-day-prompt-14/ ‘One day at a time, each hour counts,’ Mary thought to herself. Strange to be walking through streets without laws. Crowds pushed past each other, plastic bags mingled with an attempt to save the planet. Why didn’t they stop making them? Oceans would have been less polluted. She slipped inside Costa. TheContinue reading “Plastic”