What the Lens Sees_Rosy and Pop_Get Well Soon_A journey to find home
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What the Lens Sees
What the Lens SeesAs the sun begins its descent by just kissing the horizon the atmosphere explodes in a palette of brilliant colors of every hue and shade. Jonesford quickly focuses his lens so that he won’t miss a second of Nature putting on her most stylish ball gown to welcome the change of seasons along the Eastern Shore.The lens does not lie when reflecting back what the human eye really sees. Or does it portray to the viewer what an unseen sorcerer wishes to appear on the earthen stage to draw the observer into an alternative universe where the sor...
Rosy and Pop
As the sun lowered under the hill the TV turned on the main national channel whilst all the family waited for the show to begin and for the supper to be served. They sat in the dining room despite the table under the outside porch was a better option for a summer dinner, at least to me. My neighbors had different preferences. I did not know them personally, but from the spot I used to seat I could observe their behavior and forming an opinion about them. I never was an outgoing neither I did not enjoy moving from a place to another, even when the distance was less than a meter. I was rooted in...
Get Well Soon
Dylan lay in the hospital bed, semi-conscious and in pain. The memory of the purse with a brass clasp hurtling into his face kept flashing in his mind’s eye. ‘Brick? No brick? You decide…’ He still had his teeth. They would release him today. A nurse came to check his vitals. She handed him an envelope from the bedside tray. “This is yours.” “What is it?” “A get well card?” ‘Purse…’ He flipped the envelope onto his lap. ‘Just what I need, badly rhymed platitudes.’ The nurse said, “We’re releasing you. Do you have someone to drive you?” “I’ll catch the bus.” The nurse sighed and left. ‘How ...
A journey to find home
I stole towards the door, my backpack laden with food and water to survive me for 1 month. Opening the main outer door of the house where I lived, I peered up into the night sky. It was pitch black: there was not even a star that would give me a sign that what I was about to do was correct. I sighed, then I stepped towards the bridge that crossed the river. It was a winding river that stretched far beyond our village’s view. On both ends it passed the horizons, winding its way into the dusty sunset or the early morning light. The river sustained the populatiowww.onedoor.ccn along its banks: it provided fis...