Lost song: a story
Trees curled and curved in, up and over, and boulders pushed the earth aside. Hat tucked his spidery legs underneath and settled down on a mossy rock. Silence enveloped him.
Found: a story
I touched my wife’s arm. “We’re not alone.”
Empty: a story
Alice gazed into the distance, over the mound before her. There had been no-one else, only her.
Life’s little mysteries
I asked them if they needed help. They seemed to say ‘please leave us be’.