They walked from the foot of the hill to its head. Nobody had told them the volcano was still live – and then the mouth
Line
All that is left of the old city wall is a brass strip in the road. People fought and fell for this line. I step on it each time I pass.
The bird quacked
As I walked through the low doorway, a bird quacked. I looked down and hit my head. The bird looked up. “Me,” it quacked again.
Flight
I caught the paper plane as it glided past. Confused, I unfolded it & lay it flat. The pencilled letters were stark: “Let me fly”.
His skin was
His skin was stripy, like his father’s. She dug her nails in.
I missed the 8
I missed the 8 so got on the 9. Then, I understood numbers better than bus routes. Close numbers don’t go to almost the same place.
Nine
Jon looked down. His ring was missing from his hand. So was his finger. Then, with the pain, the memory flooded back.
Net (2)
-If the holes in the net were smaller, we’d catch more fish.
-But they’d be too little, with no meat. It’s the same with ideas.
-Oh.
Net
The god cast a handful of seed silver-swirling across the night sky. And then they were the net of stars that catch our breath, our thoughts, our dreams, and leave us sleepless for wonder of the darkness beyond them.
Beach. Storm.
First the electric scent of the burning sand as the greasy black clouds roil up from the sea horizon.
Then the hiss of the rain hitting the beach and the steam and the smell of the earth beneath the sand.
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