Friday, 24 February 2012


Here is another flash fiction piece for you to enjoy.
                                       Thoughts of You

You told me that when you saw them, you thought of me.
Their little faces reminded them of me. You said those posies were cute like me.
But I don't know if I should believe you or not. They're not roses with a perfume to melt my heart.
You said pansies have thier own sweet scent just like me. You grinned at me making me smile at you.
I took your pretty faced pansies and planted them in my garden near the roses.
Whenever I pass them I think of you. They wink and nod at me just like you.
I think I planted thoughts of you in my garden.
Is that what you wanted?
I plucked one this morning and put it up to my nose. It did have a slight sweet scent but not like my rose.
I don't know if my roses have have approved of your pretty faces as they are now seeding themselves at their feet.
I could leave them but that would be to the protests of the roses I'm sure.
I will leave them for now and if the roses protests too loudly I will transplant them else where.
Remember pretty faces might give me thoughts of you but my roses might win me over in the end.

Friday, 17 February 2012

Well, I have done it! I have put up my first piece of flash fiction. I hope you enjoy.

                                         The Old Apple Tree

I would have never have seen you but your winter's breath took me by surprise.
The Winter's frost hid you from view at first. Then behind the old apple tree I saw you.
I heard and read many stories about you and  your kind.
When I first caught sight of you it made you stop and look at me with those large doe like eyes that made you think you were seeing things.
We both stared shyly.
Then with a blink of an eye you were gone and  thoughts of you were left to the imagination.
I followed your tracks today and against what I was told-I spoke out loud.
Against a fast beating heart I listened.
Something told me that you were there.
I stood in silence. I should of known.
The next time I came by there was two fallen old apples from last fall in my path.
I wasn't sure how to translate this gift but it did make me smile.
Maybe that was what you wanted.

Thursday, 16 February 2012

I have finally made it back to this post. I had set this post up originally as a place for readers and artist to drop by. I do one day want to publish but was told not to put any short stories up for reading. Publishers didn't like it I was told so I have been thinking about what I wanted to do with this blog. I still want it to be a place for readers and artists so Friday I will post my first piece of flash fiction. This will be the start. Stay tuned.