After the rain.

The air is clear, after the rain. The streets washed clean, after the rain. New shoots of green, after the rain. Rivers reach the streams, after the rain. Life begins anew, after the rain, For me and for you, after the rain.  

My mind.

My mind is a bumble bee, it flits from thought to thought. It rarely settles on just one thing, as a mind really ought. It tastes the nectar of many of ideas, as it flies around my brain. Some days it buzzes round so fast, that it becomes something of a strain. There’s very little…

Friday Feast Part 2: Blossom of the Dark.

She’d been surprised to find the dark blossom sitting on the sill of her window when she’d awoken that morning. Its scent permeated every fibre of the room. She felt intoxicated by it’s heady aroma. It almost made her feel light headed. Placing it in the crystal vase her best friend had given her as…

Friday Feast Part 1: Surrender.

Even before Zeus had betrayed him Hades was drawn to the dark. It called his name when he slept. He knew it wasn’t normal. None of the others were as fascinated with dark places and dark feelings as he was. He’d tried to resist it. Surrounded by his brothers and their friends, he could go…

Sunday morning waffle: odd food.

Our kitchen is the hub of our family conversations and I’ve walked into weird topics more than once. This weekends chat between hubby and number two son revolved around cereal, more specifically, hot milk on cereal ( *gag*). Now, I’m not a fan of the liquid white stuff. While as a child I would quite…

Throwback Thursday: The Burnout.

A short story. I’ve never understood how Jake could stay so calm on jobs like this. If it were me with both thumbs and forefingers, rolling and twisting the wires attached to four kilos of high grade explosive, I’d be crapping myself. Seriously, the guy is unshakable. You could throw a rabid cat at him…