People see life as a logical sequence of actions and consequences, inside which one makes plans for the foreseeable future, maybe the following year, or decade, but how do you plan a life that’s dealt in days which have no connection with each other? He lived for a day, and…

I’m wading in a sea of dreams, of colors not before defined, of intertwined harmonic waves that pass through matter towards light. Under the mirror of the deep amazing effervescence brews: the cherished dreams, choices in life that make it worth to follow through. It is so easy to cast…

“Use leaves to heal wounds?” Bertha thundered, seriously irritated. “Is that what you’ve been doing instead of tending to your chores?” Cimmy looked down, trying unsuccessfully to feign contrition. “I’ve had it with you and your nonsense! You can go out into the meadow and graze for all I care…

Are you sure it was the leaf?” Rahima asked, while stirring the pot of blue liquid to get the color evenly distributed through the fibers. “I don’t know.” Cimmy scratched her head, unconvinced. “Maybe. It’s hard to tell.” She frowned and changed her mind. “What else could it be?” “But…

Early in the morning, the elders had convened to discuss important things that needed done in the village, and in such situations, the youngsters were encouraged to make themselves scarce and not linger under foot to be in everyone’s way. Cimmy in particular was eager to oblige and get lost…

She woke up from her garden dream, late. There was no one around to prompt or chide her, so Cimmy assumed they have all gone out into the fields, but one quick look out the window informed her that everybody was still there. That wasn’t the only thing she saw…

Of course, the rat, who wasn’t beholden to any of the community rules, dug itself another hole and went outside unimpeded, and since with all the rain and the new wells the harvest was bountiful, everyone had better things to do than follow a rodent around. Fay brought back treats…

The idea was implemented the next day, when Cimmy spent an unreasonable amount of time trying to dig through the drought hardened dirt with a wooden shovel, a feat which brought with it a feeling of gratitude for being allowed to stay in the village, and not having to go…

That night Cimmy dreamed of her garden again, and of the rain. She walked the gravel paths in her dream, checking on all of her favorite flowers, and enjoyed the breeze that brought the scent of the water lilies from the pond. When she woke up the next morning, she…