Leaving my school one day, a mysterious woman stood before me with a large book in her hand, blank pages inside. “Come,” she said. I felt a dizzying pull. Captured, I grew and lived. On my journey, I heard the woman’s voice. I sensed the woman’s eyes following me. The way appeared as I moved…
On one afternoon stroll through Old Town Alicante, my husband and I came across a fascinating pedestrian street. All along the tiled walkway were tall statues of mushrooms with faces and smaller statues of brightly colored insects. I found this cool door along the way. It’s not the greatest shot, but here it is anyway….
I hope you all had a joyful holiday time and a happy new year! This is my first door post of 2022, and it’s my contribution to Thursday Doors, a weekly door-lover’s group hosted by Dan Antion over at No Facilities. The doors I’m featuring in this post are from Alicante, Spain, a port city…
She danced among the Zinnia blooms and walked through the bamboo forests. The petite man followed; seeing what she saw, feeling what she felt. Reds, yellows, greens, and blues mixed and swirled. His hand danced along with her. His friend’s whispered voice brought him back. “Enough?” he asked, sitting on a stool among passengers scurrying…
He watched as the scene faded in his rearview mirror. He had gotten out of there as fast as he could. Her scream drew a lot of attention. He was nearly caught with his hand in the woman’s purse. Trembling, he gripped the steering wheel, but his heart rate slowed. She had looked so distraught. …
Healing stars was fulfilling, but Kiean wished for more. For his services, the stars gifted him a bit of their essence which he stored in bottles in his wine cellar. On an ordinary night, he opened his door to an extraordinary star named Crystal. He healed her, and a forbidden romance grew between the two. …
My contribution to Thursday Doors this week is a second installment of doors I found in Alicante (a city on the east coast of Spain) from a trip my husband and I took in September. This week, I’m featuring the square where you’ll find the Concatedral San Nicolás. This cathedral, in honor of Saint Nicholas,…
After my trip back to the US (visit here if you’d like to see) in August to visit family and friends, my husband and I strategically packed up our apartment in France, shoving all our belongs into one large suitcase each plus a carry-on. As our Schengen Zone visa was preparing to expire in a few weeks,…
Benji spent hours playing by the woodpile. His mother smiled, glancing through the back window. What a wonderful imagination Benji has, she thought, pretending the bugs to be fairies. Benji ducked behind the woodpile and bent close to a damselfly hovering near his nose. Its iridescent wings buzzed and its metallic blue body shivered. Benji…
If I summed up travel during this time, I would say, “Be prepared to hurry up in order to wait.” Delay is the key word. In July, after my trial trip to Carcassonne (see post from last week) to reacquaint myself with the world outside my apartment, I boarded a bus in Perpignan, France…
The week before last, my contribution to “Thursday Doors” was from a trip my husband and I took in June to Carcassonne, southern France (visit here). The photos I featured were of the ancient fortified city that sits perched on a hill overlooking the lower city or the ville basse on the left bank of…
Sally hunched over her toys. She struggled in vain to ignore the commotion swirling around her. Raised voices reached out to her. She cringed watching her parents shake their scarlet red faces and blow air from their puffed cheeks. A man in a burgundy suit coat, wearing a strange kind of smile, stood among…
Thoughts of a Wanderer 