Only a few steps down the road, and I was in another world. Green canopies embraced me in a refreshing shade, and the pace of life slowed, lulled by an orchestra of rustling, chirping and gurgling. Now the trees are fallen, and in a few weeks smoke will come out of the funnels.
Note: This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for May 2020 was “something short”.
It is the day of the Sun. (...) Note: This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for August 2020 was “Sunday”.
Every day, she dressed her shell. (...) This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for July 2020 was “shell”.
The planet is ours again. Hares, squirrels and geese in parks, fish on the shore, (...) I wrote this piece to enter Fish Publishing's Lockdown Prize, where writers were asked to submit pocket prose of up to 100 words on the theme: “Coronavirus – the writer’s response to the strange times of 2020”.
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