Was her brother a dream? (99 word story)

Was her brother a dream?

The boy in the garden was resurfacing. They’d played make-believe siblings before those words; “You know, don’t you?” She’d read his hurt at her confusion as anger, so had retreated. Spikey adults argued above them. Fragments of that conversation, and one other ambush cut deep enough to scar.

His echo became an imaginary friend, then guardian angel, then shadow. She forgot the name she hadn’t liked in her princess days, then misplaced his memory for decades. But he never left her.

It was weird loving someone you weren’t sure existed.

Then Darren’s letter arrived.

Mother Mezuzah; a Tree of Life Tale

Becca lived with her dad, Jo, and her younger sibling, Jacob, near the city park. From her bedroom window in their attic, some of the remaining trees of an ancient forest seemed to spill into their garden. Everyday her dad would put Jacob in a toddler carrier on his back and they’d welcome the day…

CHAPTER 4: Porte de Versailles

Originally posted on The Library of Lost Wands:
Back to the beginning Return to Chapter 3 Disclaimer Plaintive hoots and rustlings came from the onboard owlery, joined by the clicks and bangs of carriage doors as strangers alighted or joined the train. They had arrived at Porte de Versailles in Paris. The clock chimed one.…

Formation

Formation: Word, number and story sculpts all form into being, So, use words wisely, use words of life, flourishing and peace Use words of truth and dignity, pace breath and silence, Know that to speak ill judgement or falsehood of another, You cast ill upon the waters both of you, and others, drink, While words…