
Stretching trees, shedding
their dead cells for one last time;
autumn bids farewell.

Stretching trees, shedding
their dead cells for one last time;
autumn bids farewell.

Self-isolation,
in natural surroundingsโ
medicare for mind.

See the sprawling world
from up above a mountainโ
humans are puny.
The press briefing was intended to elaborate on the measures taken to tackle the situation. But everyone lost focus, and their minds, when blustery winds blew the speakerโs wig off.
My entry for the final day of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: focus.
As an artist, it was his job to create alternative realities. And he excelled every timeโeven became filmmaker of the year. Twice. The secret? He distorted his own reality.
This is my entry for day 27 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: distorted.