Short Story: The Tavern at the Edge of the Galaxy

On Friday, I had the privilege of doing Friday Introductions and taking over the stories on the Art Stew 52 Instagram account. The prompt for that week was 'Ship/Boat', so as a group activity, I asked everyone to send me whatever popped into their heads when they thought about boats and ships, and I'd take all of the ideas and write a piece of flash fiction from them. 
Well, there were a lot of ideas, and the flash fiction turned into more of a short story. I think the whole thing, from concept to finished first draft (which I then proceeded to read aloud on a live video) took me about three hours. It was such an interesting experience to write a short story based on other people's interpretations of a prompt, and within a time limit. Definitely something I'd like to do again sometime!
Here's the story (after some editing).

Darrionstumbled into the Tavern at the Edge of the Galaxy. His boots were clumsy and heavy after so many barefooted days in the riggings, a…



Kindnesses (A Remembrance of 2017)

The soul must cling, sometimes, to memories,
The counting up of kindnesses
And things that make this life a good one:

Chappa lady telling me:
"Don't take those words to heart."
Salted fish and xima on the stairs.
Notes written in a childish scrawl:
For Janie in America
A rubiks cube
Skipping class to make sure I got home
The little gifts
Bright words in the darkness
Closenesses of knowing, being known
The bringing up of festered confrontations
In hopes of understanding and of peace
Eye contact and the honesty of words:
"I almost lost a friend."
(When I hadn't thought it mattered any more).
Long Whatsapp calls
And emails,
Late- night chats
That offered me a lifeline far from home.
The conversations where I cried,
And said mean things,
Yet still was sure of being loved.
A teapot wrapped and warm
Coming in the rain to say goodbye.

Hermana, maninha, and of course, madame
Facebook message:
Is there any way you could still come…

Snow on Snow on Snow

Written in response to @artstew52 prompt:  Snow on Snow

Suddenly, the Dawn


Just as the Sunrise



Written in response to Art Stew 52 prompt: Shy