‘Have I ever told you I used to be a fairy?’ The children looked at her incredulously. ‘Of course I used to be a fairy, how else could I have lived in an enchanted forest?’ ‘What’s an enchanted forest, Miss?’ ‘Oh, didn’t you know? An enchanted forest is where dreams come to life and whereContinue reading “The Enchanted Forest”
This is how a short story begins, with an image in mind. My 7 words stories for this photograph look something like this: You asked me to marry you here. Just one more look before I jump. Adiós querido José, tus cenizas quedarán aquí.