As a child I would sit still and quiet. In a room of adults I could disappear. They would talk around me and forget. Preferably there would be a chair that would stop them from seeing me. They'd forget and I would hear. The whispers and secrets I collected. I never used them I just… Continue reading Whispers

"Do I have to do it?" Nat asked again. "Yes." Came the stoic reply. Her sound, cameraman and driver didn't even look up. "But..." "You have to." Nat slumped into the seat of the van. Of all the people she'd been asked to interview it had to be this author. "Have you read any of… Continue reading A Caged Bird

Bret didn't care that they didn't look at him. He didn't care. No, sir. Not a bit. He walked along the wet sand, the man closest the water. In the revealing dawn the length of the beach appeared to be populated by a new and unusual creature. It stood on two legs, walking hunched and… Continue reading Seashells on the seashore