I usually write poetry, but my first attempt at flash fiction (a short story in 500 words or less) is the feature post at Spillwords Press today. You can read it here:
(This week, tell us a story in pictures)
On the tree of life
rooted by my ancestors
I am but a branch
The word “branch” always means family to me because of my husband’s fondness for genealogy. As he spends hours and hours researching our family history, he continually strives to learn more, to go back farther and farther, and to correct inaccuracies in existing records. When you are aware of the generations that have come before you, you realize what a small twig you are in the grand scheme of things.
Photo taken at the city park in Auckland, New Zealand
Someone must have planted the sedum that grows by the stone wall near the bridge I cross every day, but for years now it has thrived there without care. No one tends to it and yet it stands spring, summer, fall and winter. It takes on a peculiar look when covered in snow – like little cone-headed aliens have invaded a part of my world, but just until the snow melts!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Out of This World – This week we were encouraged to share a photo that takes a familiar scene and makes it look and feel like something out of this world.
Among other faces in the crowd is the work of a street artist here on the Charles Bridge in Prague, Czech Republic – one of my favorite cities! Construction of the historic bridge, which crosses the Vltava River, started in 1357 under the auspices of King Charles IV, and was finished in the beginning of the 15th century. Today, swarms of tourists cross it daily on their way to and from the famous Prague Castle.
Clever is the man
who believes the setting sun
ends today’s problems
Photo taken from a cruise ship off the coast of New Zealand