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Micro Fiction

The Lolly Shop on Hope Street

The little boy followed the balloon through the Summer streets.

He knew nothing of the balloon except that it was red and tied with a glistening blue string: and that he must follow it, wherever the wind might float it.

And although the boy didn’t understand how he knew, still he knew the balloon was leading him home.

And so he followed.

And so the balloon lead him to the Lolly Shop on Hope Street.

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Poetry

Stories

Oh, the stories we tell

to amuse

and destroy

ourselves.

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Life

Fear

‘Sun?’ said Moon, as she wandered along the path of cloud that lead to their shared home in the sky.

‘Yes, Moon?’

‘I’m afraid.’

‘Of what?’

‘Of everything. Of nothing, of…oh, I don’t know. I’m just afraid.’

Sun stopped abruptly on the path and turned to take Moon’s hands in his own.

‘It’s okay to be afraid, Moon, but there is no need to be. Fear can only survive in darkness, and you are made of far too much light to feed it what it needs. Have faith. Your fear will be gone before too long.’

Moon didn’t quite understand what Sun meant. But she loved him and respected his wisdom. So she took a deep breath and focused on the shine he told her was the key.

And though the fear returned occasionally, it did not have a home within her. It only had visiting rights.

She could grow to be comfortable with that.

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Life

Peace In The Sky

Sun looked at Moon and smiled.

‘Look, Moon, here is your story,’ Sun said, as he held up a shine much like his own bright golden rays.

Moon frowned, and drifted into the space where Sun held the golden droplet.

‘No, Sun. What you are showing me is not my story.’

And then she kissed his blazing cheek, and said to him this:

‘My story, Sun, is invisible to all but me. Others may think they see, but they do not. Because, Sun? No one has eyes that can reach inside of another.’

And as the two friends sat side by side, shining their own stories onto the world…each was at peace knowing they would never truly see the other.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 10. The Big Surprise

It’s days like today that I’m so glad this little blog of mine is an everything blog.

Because I have a story to tell. An every-day kind of story.

A story about a darling little boy, and a darling surprise.

A darling surprise…for me!

Mummy.

So. Here goes it.

Kinder pick up time arrived and off I went—toddler on hip— to collect the darling boy I call Son from his beloved: Kinder.

It’s always the most beautiful part of my day; wandering in to see his little legs twisted around themselves as he waits patiently on the mat. For me. Mum. The one that deals out the snuggles and the smooches.

The one who calls him darling.

But the real darling of this story is this.

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Flowers for Mothers day on Sunday…

Which I had totally forgotten about.

Darling moment.

Darling surprise.

 

The darling blog of May