Rock of ages

Upon the highest peak my homestead rose, a beacon bright for wolf and lamb.

To one a hiding place of peace, to another a ploughing field for conquest.

Upon the highest peak my homestead rose, safety and shadows filtering by.


Written for three line tales, week 134.

A writing challenge hosted by Sonya.

Self potrait

Blue, a soothing deep blue colour. A wave of calm washes over you, visually the mind draws strength from the calm contained powers of a water body at rest. Rest, calm, still… yes those words describe the water before me. Restful but not empty, calm but not devoid of darkness, still but not dead. Planktoons float through, fishes swim the depths, boats rest atop. Still but not dead. A home for one, a leisure habitat for another. A safe play pen for the skilled, a death wish for the unskilled. A potential dumping ground for the manufacturing tycoon, a harvest field for the agricultural tycoon.

Sitting on the pier, it dawns on me that such is my life many things to different people. I cannot change the lens that captures my depth; I cannot change the lens but I will guard my reality from poisonous words. Float the poison off and sink in the truth. Polish my lens for the season changes so does the image.

See you soon water body, for me you’ve been strength.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Barb CT (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.