My cat Zuzu and I just spent a contemplative ten minutes watching a bird darting about the branches of the camellia bushes that grow just outside my dining room window. It was a spur of the moment activity that was fun and diverting for both of us. After the bird flew on her way, I … Continue reading Greetings
I wrote this piece with my Thursday night writing group with the intriguing prompts: a child with wings, beautiful but scary, delivered right to your door, eternal spring, a green bird in winter, and he couldn't escape the red. Maybe it's a bit of flash fiction, but it feels like the first page of a … Continue reading A Boy With Wings
