When Words Aren’t Enough.

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flash fiction from 2014

Song Bird Songs

sad woman

Drowning in words she headed toward the cafeteria.
“Kate, I heard what happened, I…” Kate waved the comment away. She couldn’t handle any more. Changing course she stormed through the fire exit.

Fingers fumbling she lit a cigarette glaring defiantly at the office windows. They meant well but…
A chill wind stirred the leaves amid the vacant cars, a comforting emptiness surrounded her. Trapped in her brain words kept pounding, trying to get out, a surging tide they engulfed her entwined together by the statement “It’s malignant.”

“It’s not fair…” she muttered to the leaves. The tiny words, finding a crack, forced outward like water breaching a dam.
“It’s not fair! I don’t want to die!” she yelled, the wind scattering words like leaves about the plot. She glimpsed anxious faces pressed at the windows. Sinking to her knees she covered her face as shameful, angry tears enveloped her.

She…

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Dreamscape. (Dream master 5)

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“Let me paint you a world.” He paused, smiling. In this creation only the purest of colours are used. Hate, pain and bitterness with their somber hues cannot exist, their grim blacks, browns, and purple shadows are melted by the brilliance of the light. They do not cease to exist, rather they are transformed.”
“Think of water flowing, forming rainbows in the wind, creating with its touch the things and beings that inhabit this place.” Colours leap from his brush to embrace the air, dancing, cavorting, as if set free from their confinement among the somber hues.
“But how… How can we do it,” a man asked, voice quivering at the splendor before him.
The dream master turned, his brush suspended.
“Words are real things,” he answered. “You breathe them upon the air and colour the world around you. The world you perceive is the outcome of the words you utter. The secret is to choose your pallet well, to use the best and most beautiful pigments.”
“What if others paint ugliness?” a gruff voice chimed from the back.
“Why then you repaint!” he answered with a smile.