The wolf clambered across the roof of the brick house, wriggled into the chimney, fell and plunged into a cauldron of boiling water. The three pigs cheered, their beady eyes flashing within the deep recesses of their doughy faces, as… Continue Reading
The painting in the living room gave me a funny feeling. It followed me around the room like those pictures with eyes that never look away. Only this painting had no eyes. It was a swirl of reds and pinks… Continue Reading
Dusk. Fresh flakes of floating snow lit the mountain. Douglas Firs strained under the weight of white blankets. A silence where even a pulse could be heard. He was outside. I could feel him. And I knew he could sense… Continue Reading