Reality
The prince carefully pushed the shoe over her foot, and sat back, satisfied, when it fitted perfectly.
“You! You must be the one I danced with!”
She tried to control herself, but burst out laughing.
“What?”
“I don’t dance.”
“But how? The shoe…”
“Maybe look at your partner next time.”
By Grant
Spring Cleaning
I step into her house and am immediatly handed a binbag.
“Take this to the van,” I am told. “It’s going to the Tip.”
I don’t look at the cold, impassive face that studies mine. Instead, I untie the knot in the bag and look inside.
And find my childhood.
By Alexander J. Cunningham
Blog Action Day – Final Notice
Outside his children’s room, he listened to them fall asleep. The stack of bills sat on the table, simple, yet terrible. Outdoors, autumn was crisp, with a hint of chill. What would he tell the kids, next month, when the power was gone, and the chill was inside the house?
By William
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
Blog Action Day – He Will Come
The orphan huddled closer to the wall, trying to fend off the cold.
Snow was falling steadily, covering the grime of the city in a layer of white crispness.
Rubbing her hands together to keep warm, she shivered uncontrollably.
“He will come,” she told herself, “he came for the others.”
By Grant
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
Innocent, for now…
The big blue eyes stared up at me, curious, trusting even. I smiled weakly, a little shy. That look of innocence, vulnerability and openness was strange, alien in my world. The world of grown-ups was much more intense, lonely… painful. Would that look last? No. She’d grow up. And then…?
By Grant
