June 2009: Accidental Collection

Accidental

I. Vagrancy

I didn’t belong here, in the Peaceful Valley, where the Honest Folk dwelt, and made their living off the earth and sky. It was no secret that I was born to none of them, they of the sandy rough hair and bright eyes. I of the dark and olive features never had a name. They just called me Quintas, as in the fifth known of my kind.

Continued . . . .

Survival

___________Once it started there was no stopping it. You can’t undo a flood. It covers the world and nature eventually adjusts to the new, thicker air. I waited for my own personal morals to stretch their boundaries and adjust to the events of last month, but I am not that kind of survivor.

Continued.....