I haven’t written anything in weeks! And to kick off, perhaps its a slightly weird one – and apologies if it doesn’t make much sense. The point of writing is to be free, not to wonder whether I have crossed my i’s and dotted my t’s 😀 or the reverse.
I stand here; a bird, knee deep in the shallows.
My reflection ripples beneath me as I look out to the boats that hide the horizon.
Before I can grasp what I see; I have become my own reflection – shining on the water, cold blue and floating on the breeze.
I look up at my once-was body, and admire its beauty.
My reflection reflects more than me; The sky and the leaves on a tree at the water’s edge.
In that moment, I am the tree. The tree, higher than the boats moored at the pier, looking out to sea.
The wet leaves reflect the sun’s light – and in that moment I am the sun.
I see everything; even that which is on the other side – the planets the stars and other moons.
I realize as a bird I was small, but as the sun I am even smaller.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Week of 01-02 through 01-08-2018