55 word Flash Fiction: Phases of the moon

Sharp shadowed and blue faced, the sleepless poetess sits behind the open window and ponders my ancient face; searching the thief who stole the quiet night just when I turned my back so briefly. But will she find that the silence that reflects in me is patiently waiting in the full moon of her eyes?

(Thanks Bastet for leading me to this fun ‘exercise‘ 🙂 )

View from the jetty

boatsAre you cold?’, I asked the old man in the wheelchair. ‘Not as cold as I could be’, he chuckled. I picked up the grey blanket at his feet and put it back on his lap. He stared ahead so I ignored him and waited for the next lake ferry. Continue reading View from the jetty