Simple pleasures…

Umbrella Girl, by endintears It’s taken a while, but here’s my list of random, silly things that make me happy. Inspired by RD’s adorable post. More than ten, but I’ve always been prone to rambling :) Coming home after a long, tiring, crowded day and finding myself deliciously alone, left up to my own devices…

Fire.

Worried little eyes peer out from behind thin fabric, reflecting fire. A little child has her mother’s skirt pulled over her face, covering a mouth open with fascinated fear. The faded cloth smells of her mother and, though she doesn’t know it, ash. She wrinkles her nose at the unfamiliar odor but cannot tear her…

Impressions of a night.

Feathers. Hundreds of them coating the road, lit by evening traffic. Whipped, wrenched and tossed around by fast-passing cars, flying up to disappear momentarily against the dark sky before settling into the spotlight again. At once yellow, at once red – headlights follow their jerky prime-time dance. Beautiful until you think about how they got…

I’ll be the sun again

Sunshine, by Sabi-Krabi Evening. Dusk would hint its imminent arrival, readying the sky for sunset. Shadows would lengthen with the darkening of light and in our shared bedroom, my sister and I would take our cue and switch on all the lights, unable to bear even a slight change in the bright light of day….

The Drummer

There was just something about him. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but it was there and it captivated her. She’d read his words, laughed with him, giggled with him and rolled her eyes at with him. She had sat down at her computer, in a bad mood, angry at the world;…

“Of cabbages and kings…”

Signs, by Rasuul He leans back in his chair and watches her, enjoying the way she studiously avoids his gaze. She studies the menu in front of her, bending over it, giving it more attention than it needs. Her hair falls over her face and his eyes follow her quick move to tuck the strands…

Heated thoughts

The heat of the afternoon smothers her in an uncomfortable embrace. She’s desperate for escape but there is none. She’s at her desk. Her work is open and politely asking for attention, but unrelated thoughts meddle with her focus. If three’s a crowd, her brain is home to a multitude. She can almost feel them…

The Goodbye Song.

My last night on stage.  Wow. Here’s Fljotavik by Sigur Ros. It’s my Goodbye Song.  Goodbye to the stage, to my character, to everyone that was a part of this amazing experience.  Listen to the melody, ’cause my love’s in there, hiding…