Flash Improvisations: 1. A Stone
By Len Morgan
As he walked along the river bank, he idly picked up a handful of stones selecting ideal shapes for scudding across the stream. He was aiming for six bounces, but the best he’d accomplished so far was five.
He spied an ideal stone half buried in a patch of blue-green soil. He washed it in the stream, the water dripped off as if it were oil, leaving the stone completely dry. He took a closer look, it was smooth round, milky blue-white. It was the perfect shape but felt a little light for a skimming stone. So, he dropped it in his pocket and selected another that skimmed two three four times then sank. He realised it wasn’t his day; he wasn’t going to achieve six today.
On his way home he was stopped and searched by the Kimberley Security Police. They took him into custody despite his protests
“But, it’s a stone! Just a stone…”
Flash Improvisations: 2. A Leaf
By Len Morgan
On Father's Day, I view a leaf pressed between the pages of my Concise English Dictionary 4th edition.
It was gathered by my daughter on her seventh birthday.
It was one of her most treasured possessions; she gave it to me in her thirty-seventh year; on one of her more lucid days.
“Happy Father's
Day Dad.”
She’d framed the golden leaf on a pale rough linen swatch, on which she’d embroidered: ‘With all my love on Father's Day’.
She is sadly
no longer here, but the memory of her love returns every ‘Father's Day’. Just a leaf in time.
Copyright
Len Morgan
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