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A local tale warns against spending longer than necessary within the dark circle under the Willow Bridge.

It is, they say, a gateway to the underworld. One of many.

I remember endless daring games, fuelled by youth. And cheap liquor.

As I walk towards it, I can’t help but wondering.

Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by an image, other times they are the inspiration for photos, which I take to complement the stories.

It had been the most difficult journey, we’ve all agreed.

The dust filled our lungs with a thirst that no amount of drink could dispel. 

Not that we didn’t try.

And we were no closer to home. The growing fear among the crew was that we would never reach it.

Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by an image, other times they are the inspiration for photos, which I take to complement the stories.

Tickets were gone in minutes.

Some had camped with thermos of coffee, or tea, spiked with rum.

It was the beginning of winter, and snow was gathering at the side of the road.

The night before the show, Elinor could’t sleep. Her suitcase ready by the side of her bed.

Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by an image, other times they are the inspiration for photos, which I take to complement the stories.