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The Meadow
2–3 minutesEvery time I visit the meadow, something is different. The grass is cut, or they’ve trimmed the wild laurel bushes whose bark is smooth like tamarinds. A few winters ago the ivy-choked tree fell, its body colliding with trailing blackberry, buttercups, and clovers. I don’t even know what species it was. I didn’t teach myself to identify the trees…
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Weavers of the Forest
1–2 minutesA spider walked on my bare arm today, and it didn’t bite me. First I felt the web pop, then the gentle tick of running. Surprised, I flicked it off. The spider fled far from its torn home, striped legs flickering. Long ago I taught myself not to fear spiders. Their webs hang between every…
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Freedom – A Short Story, Part 3 (The Finale)
5–8 minutesHave you read part 1 and part 2? I finished my last forkful. Mom held the door open and Jacinta stepped cautiously onto the muddy sand. The three of us walked barefoot toward the rising ocean. My feet and Mom’s turned pink. Jacinta’s faded to a colorless off -white. We followed the shoreline to the…
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Freedom – A Short Story, Part 2
8–12 minutesHave you read part 1? There was already a car in the driveway. It was blocking the carport, so I had to park on the street. I leapt over the dirty streams of rainwater bustling along the curb toward the house. Even though it was afternoon, the automatic solar lights lining the lawn had…
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