Fables of a Wondering Mind

WILD FLOWERS ON AN OCTOBER MORNING CHRIS parked the Range Rover at the side of the main road on the

THE woman, fair with slight oriental looks, stood alone at the top of a hard mud dam. She was not

SOMETIMES you wish for something but never believe that one day it would come true. I grew up in a

From branches to roots   ANN MARIE , a young native girl of the Arawak tribe, sat on the bank

A CURSE UNBOUNDED BY HOPE IT glided in the sky – the falcon, its long-spanned wings in smooth rhythm with

AFTER he left, it took a long while for her to breathe easy again, overwhelmed by the rising emotions she

HE was her world and his happiness and well-being were the most important things in her life. That evening she

SHE couldn’t believe that it was the fifteen-year-old boy sitting in front of her right now. He has grown into

“Miss Collins.” Rachel looked up from a report she was reading at the boy standing at her desk. “Yes, Antonio,”

For tiredness lies On my lids My body like a Broken goblet The Earth can feel No more my feet

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