Story Starters

At her wits end, the Pacific island was a breath of fresh air.  A deep, sad sigh.

At the very bottom, an alligator shocked her brain out of the shadows.

With quiet banter, the worshippers conferred in the shade of the Taj.

She sought peace there for herself.  Now all she wants is for peace to return.

With colorful prayers, she pushed on.

On the rock, her eyes for once looked inland.

At the beginning, she had no idea what she was in for.

No heat, no electricty - one of the coldest and most exhilerating nights and she awoke to a breathless dawn.

Solitary trip, but it felt like being back.

On the way up, the hiker and guide gazed back at the lines criss-crossing the sky.

Hands freezing, the courtyard jailbird scaled the fence and the closest topography, just to catch the morning sun.

On a perfect day on a Pacific island, the local weaver gave her the grand tour.

After her long travels, she felt at home.

Freezing, she sat on cold stone, feet hanging out the tower.

Surprisingly, she ended up at a biker bar in a cat suit.

As the storm rolled in, an old sailor caught up with his summer friend.

Dripping sweat and radiating heat, they stopped, stooped, and watched the worshippers walk by.