MUSÉE 29 – EVOLUTION
Evolution explores the concepts of progress, transformation, growth, and advancement in an age when images are taking a dramatic shift in the role they play in our lives.
All in Flash Fiction
He listened to the crashing of the waves as they met the earth, unending in their meditation and gazed toward the end, knowing that beyond the visible ocean was a larger infinity.
When she first got home from school, she stood in the middle of her floor with her panties dropped all the way to the ground. She was a woman now, she supposed. But what did that mean?
In the quiet before the start of the day, the sound of running water whisked her away to a dreamscape where any idea was a creation.
Since youth, he’d been obsessed with the happenings of nature, watching ants carry off prizes from a picnic and staring up at birds until the sun nearly blinded his little eyes.
Some mornings he woke up and didn’t know which hand was meant to be on which side of his body. The exhaustion crept in slowly, gaining ground upon all of his executive faculties until he reached days like this.
This wasn’t a side she liked to share with people, the rich side. But, thankfully Robin found it more funny than chi-chi.
It was striking to see an electronic device amongst the gravel and weeds. And though I didn’t need any of them, I wanted all of them. The power of a good stoop.
Every night was the same. She’d look up at the ceiling in a dark bedroom and outline the dream she hoped to see. And every night, the same dream replayed from its start. It was not what she wanted to see.
The warm, early fall sun cut through the clouds and heated him through. And he soaked it up.
She stuck her head in one of the architectural flourishes of John Wardle. And she screamed — loudly.
At tea one afternoon, with her aunts in the other room, Sally moved to help her mother and saw them both reflected in the mirrored tray. They looked like a memory of her mother and grandmother looked next to each other when Sally was very young.
A whole Saturday was spent laughing. Their bellies hurt as they raced down the hill, still half a mile from the station but not willing to give up.
Why did she keep it? If you asked her herself, she wouldn’t know what to say.
When you’ve known each other for over half a century, you see all of each other.
"A mother and son spend their Sundays on the pier. One Sunday, her son becomes a musician."
