Mildly New

The stranger in the orchard, on the swing, kicking fallen leaves. With her brown boots, and her equally brown scarf. She was mildly new.

Long Gone

The wind and the sundress. Swaying ankles and a twirling straw hat. And a whitewashed wooden fence keeping the road company. These were the things, the things that were, in a dream in a book in a faraway place. And the traveller is long gone, beyond the knolls, valleys and trees. The traveller is long gone, and all longing from him.

Ah... Dentists..

Going to the dentist is like taking a roller-coaster ride. You know you're in good hands, but you still think you're going to die.