I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a short fiction piece in progress.
The wet trail smells like childhood and the sky is painted dark like death. Between the two, hanging from the horizon, burn the changing leaves of Autumn, and his life. Slog, trudge – pause to glimpse the beautiful, the mysterious – then slog, trudge and carry on once more. The trail seemed to be all that mattered, all that existed, aside from his thoughts … and the fire.
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from an essay inspired by the lyrics from a seventies release.
The exit sign. Does it read the same from the other side? No, same door, different purpose.
“Could it be that somebody else is
looking into my mind
Some other place. Somewhere. Some other time.”
Alan Parsons/Eric Woolfson
For Terrel and Sisse’ and Ayesha and all the other friends we made in the islands last Spring. A reposting of this pictorial, a hope that you are all safe tonight.
This former homestead provides a unique setting for natural wetlands.
Our September visit to the James T. Slavin Conservation Area provided some scenic shots.
A related post showing the same region can be found here.