You Are Home

Image by Ramon Haindl.

She closed her eyes and inhaled the sunset mist…

As she let her breath out slowly, a deep sense of nostalgia filled her.

It felt like she was in a long-lost 19th-century Romantic painting.

Time was standing still. There was only the pure silence of nature…

She looked at the elegant trees surrounding her – her wisest friends, who always listened and never judged. At the lake that always embraced her with all her human flaws and vulnerability. Looking at her reflection in the water, she softly whispered to herself:

“Edith, you have arrived. You are home.”

This flash fiction story was originally written for and published on The Story Seed. It is inspired by and dedicated to the teachings and meditations of Thich Nhat Hanh, one of the greatest spiritual teachers on earth.

A Mockingbird the Color of Teal


Image by Susan Worsham.

I’ve been wearing his sweatshirt ever since they took him away. He once told me that its color was named after a bird.

I remember what mama said today, before I went to help out at the church.

“Have faith, my boy. His innocence will be proven. This time, it will be different.”

A sound coming from outside brings me back to the familiar red of the benches.

I look out the window, and finally see it – a small mockingbird settled on the oak tree, singing its heart out. A mockingbird the color of teal.

I remember what mama said.

My first piece of flash fiction, originally written for and published on The Story Seed. It is inspired by and dedicated to one of my favorite novels of all time, “To Kill a Mockingbird.”