By: everylittlething Every so often we meet with a familiar part of our environment which we suppose has some personal attachment for us as individuals. Over the next year I am hoping to share some of my familiars. I can’t say why a flower, for example, rings the same bell as sharing a sentiment…
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Eglantine
By: everylittlething Sarah crossed and uncrossed her legs as she listened to the music. She was aware of a connection. She recognised notes in sequences she had never knowingly heard before. She was able to predict the theme as it developed. Sarah’s face tingled until the tingling even reached her eye sockets. Hot like…
Dawning
By: everylittlething The wind pushed through the gaps in the old house making eerie sounds and demonstrating real power. Cobwebs fluttered in the face of it and dust settled in its wake. There was no one there. Spiders hugged the walls and two mice ran along skirting boards. But no one saw them. The…
Waking
By: everylittlething The young mother cradled her little one close to her breast and thought that human love could never be deeper than this. For many months she had been aware that her behaviour, her lifestyle, would affect the little bud as it became a flower inside her. Of course the days of eating…
Bread
By: everylittlething The old woman cycled in zigzags along the ribbon of road that gave an edge to the wood. She was dressed completely in black. It was a hot summer’s day but even her stockings were black. The hair was a coil at the back of her head. Attached by a bungee cord…
Rainbow
By: everylittlething Richard of York gained battles in vain. No he didn’t. You’ve got to look at the bigger picture. . . you see, if he hadn’t . . . well, whatever – that’s the way I remember the order of the colours in the rainbow. Mrs. Needham once told me about the magic…
Evergreen
By: everylittlething When Robert was a little child he woke up each Christmas morning to find a stocking for him. It wasn’t at the end of his bed. His bedroom was cold as frost in December – whatever the weather outside. So Robert’s benefactor ensured that the stocking would be received in a climate…
Rain
By: everylittlething A walk in summer rain is something completely different from a walk in winter rain. Summer rain refreshes and excites – invigorates. Winter rain seeps through to the bones and makes every part of the body ache. It chills and shakes the bearer. Coats, hats, scarves. gloves, boots- all need to be…
Star
By: everylittlething Lex felt the bitter air squeeze his throat as he watched the electric night far above him. The party was in full swing behind him and he turned his back on the light and attempted to shut out the noise. The smell of woodsmoke relaxed him. Someone had an open fire. How cosy that…
Cuckoo
By: everylittlething The small child stopped as she caught sight of a vehicle parked in front of her home. It wasn’t her father’s car. It wasn’t her aunt’s. In fact it was quite different from anything she had seen before – either with or without wheels. She knew that she should have been home earlier. She…