Fallen Leaves, Second Chances
The autumn morning held itself with the particular stillness that comes before a decision is made. Thomas Hartwell felt it in the way his shoulders carried themselves b...
A Portal to the Past
Margaret stood at her kitchen window, watching the red balloon drift between the branches of the ancient oak tree. Its scarlet surface caught the morning light as it bobbed agai...
The Weight of New Beginning
The puppy was almost asleep. This was her first night in a new house. She was stressed because she had left her mum and the familiar environment she used to know before t...
The Golden Cup
The golden cup perched on the windowsill held more than flowers; it contained a moment suspended between worlds. Daisies and forget-me-nots reached upward from their brass vessel, cas...
Herald of Spring
James stood motionless at the cottage window, his breath barely disturbing the air between himself and the glass. Outside, April's peculiar warmth had settled across the garden, bri...
Liminal existence
The boat rests—a singular presence suspended between fragmented realities. Its wooden frame, weathered and muted in green and grey, anchors itself to a landscape that fractures and...