Magic is hidden where it’s sought.
© Nadia Brown
Fiction
Pride – six-word story
I am Canadian. I’m not sorry!
© Nadia Brown
P.S. It’s true: maple syrup really DOES go with everything.
Six-word story
“Keep it up, why don’t you?!”
© Nadia Brown
Grandmother’s chest – #writephoto
See Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt for instructions
The dust of hopes and longings lie tightly sealed within its vault. Were they realized? Or did they dissolve, warping the edges before escaping to colour those who followed – and who placed their own dreams, gently folded, into Grandmother’s chest.
Lemonade
This is part of Sonya’s 3 Line Tales weekly prompt! Photo by Erol Ahmed.
She paused at the wooden box overflowing with lemons. Their scent always reminded her of home. But then again – it was never quite right; there was something missing, every time. Maybe the ocean sounds, maybe the distinct belligerence of the Costa Brava gulls. Something that kept the memories just beyond her reach. Hmm…she toyed with the fruit, picking one up and then another, gently pressing the flesh between her fingers. With a sigh, she motioned to the stall proprietor. He raised his head from his magazine and began to place lemons into a paper bag.
“Just a few,” she nodded. “For lemonade.”
Clock (8 word story)
“Round and round we go,” said the clock.
© Nadia Brown
Photo: Arn 2005
The Visitor – #writephoto
Echoes seeped through the cold stone: rising; folding like ribbons into the day. Innocent laughter; slender fingers brushing against sealed doors. And the crushing blows that followed. He slipped away from the ruins, sifting back into the trees. He had no further business in the tower.
© Nadia Brown
My micro offering to Sue Vincent’s ( Daily Echo) Thursday photo prompt. Why not join in?
Photo by Daily Echo.
3 Line Tales -The Bridge
Every year, he marvelled at the magnificence that bloomed around the bridge in that very spot. Despite the devastation they had witnessed, despite the acid anger that had railed upon them a decade ago, the bushes flowered as faithfully as he held his yearly vigil. Perhaps they sensed his presence.
© Nadia Brown, 2016
This is part of Sonya’s 3 Lines Tales – 100 words or less inspired by a weekly photo prompt!
Isadora – 20
Danny is one of the good ones.
Ellen had married him just three weeks after her father died last year. Isadora raised her eyes dutifully, and felt her vision start to swim. Hazy bands of colour fishtailed out from the ceiling fan: Yellow, orange, and green. Rest in peace, Vittorio. Ellen and Danny had married against his will. His Will.
© Nadia Brown, 2016
Part 20 of Isadora. See parts 1 -19 here: Isadora Isadora – 2 Isadora – 3 Isadora – 4 Isadora – 5 Isadora – 6 Isadora – 7 Isadora – 8 Isadora – 9 Isadora – 10 Isadora – 11 Isadora – 12 Isadora – 13 Isadora – 14 Isadora – 15 Isadora – 16 Isadora – 17 Isadora – 18 Isadora – 19
Isadora – 19
Danny nodded from deep inside the chair next to Ellen. His pinkish skin appeared warped and damp in the haze reflected off the window. Like a mirage, thought Isadora. Dark rings of sweat spread outward from his collar and under his arms. But Isadora knew Danny would never complain. Nor would he ever leave. Ever.
© Nadia Brown, 2016
Becoming Roots 