Challenge Taken

[[A challenge with the following criteria was given to me: I received this challenge from a friend. The conditions : Up to 1000 words flash fiction with the following title “ I (almost) died of boredom” in the form of a personal monologue and ending with the sentences in bold. I haven't presented them here, … Continue reading Challenge Taken

Butterfly

Zara lay, face skyward, on the damp grass. The buzz of bees and the distant hum of traffic were audible. Nearby dogs barked and windows whooshed open. It seemed all the world was on the move except her. She felt the gentlest touch upon her cheek, and another upon her arm. Her eyes swivelled in … Continue reading Butterfly

Pehlwani Potting Mix

[A weird episode paying homage to the Australian Tall Story - a true form of traditional culture down under.] Gorgeous bright tomato red orbs floated behind my eyelids. The sun-ripened ones that yield to a knife like butter and give out juicy seed-laden flavour; I dreamed of them with a longing like homesickness. They would … Continue reading Pehlwani Potting Mix

Sophie in Silk

[ When I don't set them in OZ, I set them in some place from the land of magic realism or New York. Here's how  Sophie rolls when she finds herself on a supposed-to-be three day location shoot.]   It isn’t any old  Monday  a girl from Herb’s Deli and Diner gets to dress in … Continue reading Sophie in Silk

Photo (and prose) Essay

  May arrives in the south surrounded by smoky air of burnt leaves... Her blue toes and icy fingers stroke your hands and face at dawn... her heart carries warmth: russet red, butter yellow, burnt orange... fading to the practical colours of an Aunt’s woollen cloak. be arrested by her colours, her last potent and … Continue reading Photo (and prose) Essay

Sustained Metaphor: “May”

[ I decided this morning to personalise May, the last month of autumn(Fall) in the Southern Hemisphere, and play a little. My experience of May  is influenced by  a lot of time spent outdoors, and in rural or semi-rural areas. I hope you enjoy what is a dissonant sort of tribute to my favourite time … Continue reading Sustained Metaphor: “May”