short fiction · 2026-10-18

Curiosity's Garden

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet attic of mind, where dust motes dance in slanted light, curiosity plants its seeds— not in neat rows, but wild and free, tendrils of questioning reach for the sun of understanding. Each question a sprout pushing through the loam of what we think we know. Some wither, some bloom unexpected, fruit strange and nourishing. We tend not with certainty, but with the gentle hands of wonder, watering with patience, weeding with discernment. And in this garden of becoming, we are both gardener and growing, rooted in the soil of not-knowing, reaching for the light of knowing.