Waiting by the Station

trainstationinside

Because a gulf of time surrounds me, I sit at a coffee house across from the trains to await departure. Each engine roars into the station with a wash of passengers, comings and goings. Fresh surf. The wave rumbles. Then they’re gone. And I wait, and wait, my nose in latte foam. Jealous for their oceans, impatient for my own.

 

The header image is adapted from a photo by Flickr user RedBull Trinker.

The Story Coat

Logs crackle as Hasha watches the needle in her mother’s hand pierce and reemerge from the embroidered hem of her father’s coat. Threads weave their family’s history into the garment’s borders: the victory with the defeat, the joy with the loss.

“Here is the day your grandparents married,” says Mother, pointing to two silver doves. “And here is the night fire claimed their barn.”

“What happens when the border’s complete?” Hasha asks, wondering if her life will count towards the colorful threads in her family’s coats.

“Then we’ll begin again,” Mother smiles, and clips the threads between her teeth.

 

Trying something new this week with Six Sentence Stories. You can check out others’ takes on this week’s cue “BORDER,” here.

 

The Last Mermaids

photo-20170731154618694

We’d come to see the last of the Mermaids, called it a conservation trip but really we were just there to gawk. And point. Stand in the background of a CNN reporter’s camera and wave to our friends back home who had thought we were cruel to come so far just for a sideshow. Continue reading

Darling Sees the Wolf

[PS, this has been my first Daily Prompt ever, Flee!]

County Sheepshire lies between the wooded hollows in the Valley Without Name. Imagine a sleepy part of the country, spread with idyllic farms and jovial townspeople who’ll gladly take a traveler in, in exchange for a hard day’s work. Who raise barns overnight and drink warm cider, and whose most pressing concern is whether the weather will hold for the season. There, can you imagine it? Yes, just like that. A bucolic paradise. Well County Sheepshire is nothing like that. County Sheepshire is a fucking terror. Continue reading