My bag is filled with fallen leaves.
I pick them one by one, and place them on the kitchen table. Six are green, four yellow. Two in between.
At dinner time they are joined by two cherries, a few crumbs.
In the morning they drown in a puddle of coffee.
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.