Tag: A River of Stones

Small Stones 19 January 2011

I am familiar with this floor. The tiles are never spotless, there are always footprints, paw prints and coal dust. I’m familiar with these shoes too, which were shiny red patent leather several years ago. Now they’re scuffed, creased, cracked and stitched together where I’ve worn the heel down –

Small Stones: 5 January 2011 #02

Sunlight bleeds through the bleached wood blind backlighting a haze of dust. Each particle rises and falls, percolating through the warm kitchen air until it meets a flat surface. A cool draught flows under the door causing more dust to rise up. A cloud passes in front of the sun,

Small Stones: 5 January 2011 #01

Three goldfish locked in icy synchronicity hang in a dark corner of the pond. Their mouths break the surface water, emitting bubbles that burst in the cold air. A blackbird pecking at the moss on the stone edge above, spots them, then flies away.

A River of Stones

I’ve been taking a break from writing for just over a month. I’m not a writing machine and I know when I need to recharge. Anyone who took part in NaNoWriMo and churned out over 50,000 words in a month will understand. So for the past four or five weeks

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