The bird crept into the cathedral in the darkness of night along with so many other lost souls. Tired and cold, it flew up high into the great rafters. There it set about preening and preparing itself for a much… Continue Reading
Jake clutched the tablet under his arm as he got out of the taxi, struggling to keep his balance on the crutch he still had to use. Pedestrians rushed past; phones in hand, earplugs blaring, cams switched on to record… Continue Reading
Alex climbed out and slammed the car door. The sound hung there, short and sharp, and they came. On wings of flame and long graceful necks they came, blazing in the sunset light, bending their heads as if their own… Continue Reading
Romo always had considered his afternoon nap a luxury, a perk of retirement. But one day that nap was more an escape, a means to knit a suddenly raveled sleeve of care. A doctor had told Romo that he would… Continue Reading
Olive Bane pushed her black triangle lenses against the bridge of her slim nose and leaned back. “Why do you paint?” David didn’t expect to speak very much. “Hasn’t she read my bio?” he thought to himself. A brief light… Continue Reading
Kratos sat before his hut, skinning a rabbit. He froze, knife poised, listening to the sound of boots pressing down grass. Something moved in the shadows under his olive trees. An armored man stepped into pale moonlight. The man lifted… Continue Reading
Captain Beardbeard raised his sabre and announced the charge. “Onward, ye scurvy dogs!” The pirates roared their battle cries and surged onto the beach in a flurry of striped trousers. Boarding and robbing other ships was their main source of… Continue Reading
“Close your eyes,” she said, brushing his eyelids closed with delicate fingers. Smells from the palm of her hand, the smoke of their burning home, the thick mud of the embankment they had scrambled up in desperate flight. “Can you… Continue Reading
As I hold her silk-skinned hand in mine her mouth twitches into a smile. Her eyes are closed, face turned towards the window and the sun setting across the mountains. I can hear the playgroup next door — the call… Continue Reading
I told her not to marry him, but always the romantic, my baby sister didn’t listen. An elopement, and we all expected the worst, but they waited a respectable two years before producing one son, and then another year before… Continue Reading