Ever since I entered this path, it has been shakes, bumps, and skids. I almost fell down a cliff or hit a wall more than once. It took me strength to realize I would not make it alone. Therapy is a slow drive, eyes fixed on the road, one curve at a time.
Note: This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for June 2020 was “rocky road”.
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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