Follow your heart

I tend to listen to the signs and follow my heart. So far, so good, said the man falling from the sky. First, one hundred words on how I’m not above digging for signs: Somebody must have thrown a pack of cards through a car window. They lay scattered by the road. One is by itself,…

Five Greek memories

Today I feel chatty. Here is a random Greece-based memory bouquet. To make it more challenging, stories shall be drabbles, of precisely 100 words. I notice that posts with more words than photos often go unread, or at least unliked (since this and comments are the only proofs of somebody reading). I know, merely looking is so much…

WPC: A tiny problem

In photos, a sunrise and a sunset combined and the full moon from two months ago. The one coming on Monday will be bigger but still tiny in comparison to almost everything else. But first, one hundred words that burst out today: “We’ve got a tiny problem, Jefe.” “Yeah, which one now?” said _____. He opened…

Five drabbles

A drabble, as I do it, is an exactly 100-word story, not counting the title. Five follow. Most of them were already posted on my first blog but I wish to have them on this one as well. There is something about this limitation that fulfils my need. Set limits to your child, or she…

Happy birthday, dad!

After having looked at my mother’s side of the family, today is the time for my father’s. After all, today celebrates the missing link between this couple and me – my father. You are responsible for all these lovely childhood images, and pretty much for the fact that I write and take photos. The sound of…