Sunday, 16 November 2014

Old Perfume



My angel wears old shoes with thin laces that she ties loosely and a long skirt patched with multi-coloured fabric, rich in cotton.  She has long curly hair and a hidden face. Draped in scarves and long sleeves she is unashamedly and proudly gypsy as songs linger around her like old perfume. 

Sitting at the edge of the bed she watched me play games of reality and dreams; like a game of chess I dabbled in visions of black and white messages and spoke to the ghosts that still longed to be heard. 

I decided she was real and watched her fasten her shoes, all the while fading in and out of life. I waved at her and as she waved back she swore to me this was not my last day.






Hello lovely readers!

I hope you enjoy 'Old Perfume' it's a new prose piece that I 'found' last night, I'd written it back in August and came across it again and gave it a polish. 

I wrote this thinking about my experience with meningitis in 2002. I was really ill and kept seeing people sitting on the empty beds around the HD unit. I saw a woman sitting next to me, tying her shoes and she waved to me. I still have no idea if I was dreaming or not. Also throughout my illness, even though it was 50/50 if I'd survive or not, I just knew I wasn't going to die - I felt like someone or something wouldn't let me think of the worse case scenario because it wasn't going to happen. Anyway it all turned out ok as here I am today talking nonsense lol

In other news 'The Best of Vine Leaves Literary Journal 2014' is now listed on Goodreads so go add it to your 'want to read' list if you're a member :) Also my flash fiction 'A Season of Half-Light' was on Morgen Bailey's Flash Fiction Fridays on the 7th November and I had some wonderful comments that really made my day. 



Have a lovely Sunday :)





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