Creativity comes in many forms, writing short, poetry, art, cooking. etc. A global citizen inspired by truth, love and compassion.
A Partridge in a Pear Tree
It hung on a wall. By the family dining room table. A giant yellow-green pastel pear. It was gigantic. Young Mary sat at the dining room table staring at the pear. Her dinner got colder. Her papa sat across the table finishing his casserole.
On Frozen Pond
Gail bent down at the edge of the frozen pond. Her glove pushed away the recently fallen snow. She guessed it was solid frozen an inch thick.
The Green Glow
Red Light, Green Light, Go! Molly looked up above to the top of the tall tree. The green Christmas tree. And repeated the words again.
Bullseye! A perfect shot! The arrow perfectly hit the centre of the centre circle. Applause. Determined, she walked the ten yards to the next target.
A Golden Mess
He loves me! He loves me not! Let me count the ways. A sixteen-year-old teenager plucked petal after petal from the marigold flower. The multiple layers of overlapping petals glistened yellow, orange and gold under the sunlight. The petals got smaller and more condensed as Betty plucked towards the flowers centre.
The laptop was gently closed. She took in a deep breath and stretched her arms high above her head up into the air. Instead of throwing the laptop off the balcony, it was the least destructive, and calmest reaction she could think of at that moment.
The Brown Box
Nia was washing up after dinner. The lukewarm tap water pushing away soapy suds from her ceramic plates, salad bowls, and water glasses.
A slice of cake, please! Honey, can you say that again. A slice of cake, please! What kind, honey? Chocolate, a slice of chocolate cake please. Honey, do you mean death by chocolate? Is that the only chocolate cake you have? Umm, let me check, honey. We might have something else in the back.