Princess

My parents waited a long time to have me.  They wanted a child born in the most auspicious year of the dragon.  It was 1988.  The double eights were especially lucky too.  They hoped for a boy.  I was born a girl.  As a small child riding in the front seat of my baba’s taxi,…

Running Free

Running wild over the flat open terrain, I’m free.  No one can catch me.  Other animals try, but I’m faster.  The sun on my face has no time to scorch, I blaze faster than its rays.  Gliding through the day, I hunt for prey.  I am as stealthy as I am fast. That was me…

Forgiveness

I sleep in a cardboard box.  Walking the frigid streets of London, I search for food.  The smell of freshly baked strudel causes me to pause.  The aroma takes me back to a small bakery, kilometers away. I am a child.  My father stands behind the counter with flour to his elbows.  He welcomes me…

Renewal

In a tunnel beneath the earth’s surface, I stare at the painting on the stone wall. How could this be? It’s the same as from my dreams. Rounding a corner, I spy another. What could this mean? I walk on from there, one painting to another. Others follow.  The mystery drives us upward. I grew…

The First Snow

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge, hosted by Al Forbes, to write a story using 200 words inspired by a photo prompt.  This week’s prompt was provided by the host himself. ~~ Sitting carefully to avoid the arthritic pain in her joints, she scoots across the windowsill to look upon the snow-covered road.  Song…