Free to fly

Cerys held the idea tight in her fist. It buzzed and tingled like catching lightning or a tinkerbell. Then she opened her hand.

The Return

Go, go now, with the wind and the rain in your face, go now, look forward, always look forward. And I, I remain, you in my heart.

“Daddy, why did you just say you couldn’t give a duck?”
“Oh – That’s because I’ve lost it and can’t give it to mummy as a present.”

When I felt the cold sour surge of déjà vu, I knew that I would write ‘Prediction’. The silent man put the mask on my face again.

Cerys saw it coming from a way behind her. It whizzed, it whirred, it spun and sparked. She caught the idea and held it tight.

The man dragged the holdall through the playground and into the school. Nobody spoke. Later, people said he looked quite normal.

-Remember, our wedding bed was a living olive tree whose roots still drew deep into the earth….
-BUT WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?

The gulls down the chimney sounded discordant brass, the foxes ripped cardboard with a wettened yell, the crack of dawn drummed

We argued about words.
-Wear blue pants.
-Under my black trousers.
-Sidewalk.
-Pavement.
It was like a scene from a movie.
(film)

Jay sighed as he turned his phone off forever. Getting recognition or fame for writing competition stories in 140 characters? It was a myth.