It landed on a foggy night, somewhere in the suburbs. Its surface covered with intricate decorations, a message for us maybe.
But we didn’t understand.
Its inhabitants were out in no time, making sense of their surroundings. Making themselves at home.
That was the first. Soon there would be more.
Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by a photograph, other times they are the inspiration for images, to complement the stories.
