Norma HughesAug 9, 202015 minMARLA and the MOUNTAINAll good people should know, From whence we came was b’low. Flesh of earthy rich clay Baked hard by heat of day. Though skies are our...
Norma HughesAug 2, 20205 minTHE CLOUD GIANTIn a small tin house, rusted raw by the wind, lived two young brothers. Each morning the boys would shovel the red dust that blew upon...
Norma HughesJul 26, 20202 minTHE BOATMENThere were once two brothers, the sons of the Moon, each as rambunctious and conceited as the other. As they grew into men, so too did...
Norma HughesJul 19, 20203 minTHE MISSING LIDSAfter my long pilgrimage through the wastelands of dust I finally came across a small house. There was not much else around, and I...
Norma HughesJul 19, 20201 minTHE DUSTY VETERANOld Mate would peddle his stories to anyone who walked by. He looked as old as earth; his face lined like the ripples of the desert. Upon...
Norma HughesJul 19, 20203 minTHE HUNCHED LADYI was walking along a pebbly path of the finest yellow dirt with ridges deep enough that one was likely to trip if not paying attention....