Pushing out words into the ether
It’s hard not to dwell, at this unwanted dark hour of wakefulness, on Death’s eternal secret, which makes it no easier to recapture sleep. The burden of consciousness weighs heavily, and I stare at the viscera of my own thoughts as shapes gambol in the playground of darkness. He’s always there in among them, a…
This is for the Midweek Flash Challenge at http://purplequeennl.blogspot.co.uk and you can follow Miranda Kate on twitter @PurpleQueenNL. If this gets proof red in the next week it will be a (Christmas) miracle. It landed. Let me start again. He landed, and after a moment I could see very definitely that he was a he, with a crash…
Snow. It is the recurring theme of my life, coming at those times when it’s most critical, providing a pale backdrop and lethal challenge to the pattern, and I battle with it when it is expected and surprising in equal measure. I feel sometimes that it comes in order to mark the critical moments, the…