I used to write these a lot...the idea is they are a complete ish story or expression of something- a feeling, an event- in 100 words...

(this was written as a prelude to Wildflowers, as I sat inside a car and stared out at the sea)


I'd stopped feeling. Before I met Sam I'd dulled and compressed every emotion until the landscape inside me resembled a bleak grey sea, smooth and depthless, black beneath the surface. Until I met Sam it was as if I'd been holding my breath, still, inside my chest, then suddenly he crashed into my life, obliterating the calm, and I could breathe… I hated him for that… I hated him for flooding me with those old emotions.
He switched on all the lights…and now he's dying they're burning out from inside me, now I'm so full of this burning, burning light

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