Gossamer – Magpie Tales

November 30, 2014freyathewriter 6 Comments

No matter the distance between us, you are always present.

You could be a solar system and a lifetime away, but you are here, with me, in me, always.

I imagine a glistening gossamer thread spanning eternity, ethereal, almost invisible.

Delicate it may be, but it is indestructible.

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. I’ve been an admire of Escher’s art since I was a teenager, so couldn’t resist putting something together this week.

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Parallel – Five Sentence Fiction

November 16, 2014freyathewriter 4 Comments

The Girl stands at the far end of the platform.

She checks her watch, stares along the curve of the tracks glistening in the sunlight, then checks her watch again.

Amongst the busy, non-stop crowd of commuters, she is conspicuous, rooted to the spot, unmoving apart from the lift of her wrist to check the time, and then the tilt of her head to search for the train.

Her small movements are metronomic.

And then, then train arrives – she steps aboard, disappears – and she is free.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this inspirational photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…

Lurk – Magpie Tales

November 16, 2014freyathewriter 12 Comments

They think that I only have myself to blame, those who look upon me from afar. They, who are safe in the knowledge that their lives are sorted. They gaze upon me. They see only what they want to see.

Once, in the glory days. I was like them. From high on my pedestal, I judged, I commented, I highlighted the shortcomings of others. I was sure I knew it all.

Oh, how times change. Here I am, eking out my existence on the periphery. This underpass is my home, for tonight at least. Tomorrow, I move on, as always. Tomorrow, I sit with my hand out, waiting for coins to be tossed in my direction, as always.

I move on, but I don’t move far. I circle the town, spending my days in the streets where my former friends still shop and eat and drink. They see me. I am the only person static in a frenetic, non-stop world. They see me. They resent me. I am the reminder that life can turn on you in an instant.

I am the conscience they would rather not have.

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. I don’t know why this picture of cosy winter socks took me down this road. Sometimes, the muse is slant-eyed…

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