hipstamatic

23:23, I knock at the door. The instructions were clear.

I knock again, this time it opens, I step inside. No sound, just the clicking of my heels on the hard floor.

Hundreds of candles burning, a mattress on the floor, a sleeping shape. I get close.

It’s me.

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.

I was surrounded as soon as I reached the corner. The dress gave me away.

I had climbed down the ladder placed outside my window and torn the delicate lace in the process. Now I had some explaining to do.

Instead I struck a pose and smile for the cameras.

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.

The wall asked me the question – which with all the creepers was hard to understand.

I spoke the formula and the vines slowly untangled to reveal three faces, eyelids softly closed in a peaceful expression.

Finally, one of them opened its eyes with a smile and let me in.

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.