Flash Fiction attempt.

I smile to myself as I feel Mitch squeeze my hand gently and we walk over the crisp icy grass that’s more white than green. We’ve walked to the small river every day since we met and we stare from our spot of the small rickety wooden bridge.

Of course when we get there the water has small lumps of ice in it. To be expected considering the weather I suppose.

I lean against the railing, careful not to step on the flowers that have been laid down by our spot, and stare down into the clear water that reflects my face back up at me.

I can see the small gold ring glittering caught by some rocks, trapped. Of course it won’t be there forever.

I smile softly as I stare at it, and I feel gentle arms wrap around me.

In the water, only my face smiles back.

Burning coin, poem.

Burning coin.

Through cold clear glass lies a glimpse of the past,
Rocks of all kinds belong safe in their case.
An item stands out amongst items masses.
A coin half sunk into liquid rock lays,
Then images scorch their way through my mind,
Of days long since passed, a time forgotten.
And memories that no one living may find,
More vibrant than any painting or item.

Screaming and crying as all people run,
Rocks glowing scarlet, a hot liquid death.
A small simple coin that glints in the sun
It hits the rock hard and sinks in some depth.
Then the rock hardens, cooling around it,
And now it is kept, a captured moment.

Books

I've recently been reading the Terry Pratchett books in order (I usually just read certain ones but because they all interconnect I've decided to try and read all of the Discworld books.) and despite the fact that I still have my certain favorites all of them seem to be of the same quality, with witty characters and satirical humor. In my opinion everyone should read them because they actually make you stop and think, unlike many books I've read.