A scrap of paper on a thirsty public lawn caught my eye. It turned out to be a page torn from a book by Terry Pratchett.
But who would have torn it out and left it to flutter helplessly? What could their purpose have been? Is the page itself significant, or only the act?
Make that the inspiration for wonderfully weird work of fiction.
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However much we try to force nature to fit into our urban structures, it’s clear that nature has its own plan. These tree roots quietly dislodging bricks in a Chicago city park are a great example of this.
I’ve been playing with fairytales and fables recently, remastering them with a twist that may make them more appealing to modern audiences such as 
Imagine finding these photographs abandoned on a cafe table.
In a local woodland, I happened across a flash of magenta pink. Intrigued, I reached out, turned it over and discovered a curious work of art – a figure tucked up as though in bed, inside a slipper limpet.
Sometimes a summer storm can creep in like a wall that hangs in the sky and threatens to fall. The contrast is so vivid – a perfect metaphor for a country’s political state or a family in crisis.
The word foster is a slightly curious one, meaning as it does to harbour everything from suspicions to emotions to children.