‘Come on Suzie, get down from the ceiling and get into bed.’ Mary picked up a broom and began waving it in the air, trying to coax her down. Suzie swatted it away and glared. From the other room the phone started ringing. Mary sighed, lent the broom against the cupboard and left Suzie crawling … Continue reading Dinner Plans
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Buzz of the Swarm
Victoria waited for the buzz of the swarm to fade before placing the bellows on the garden table. She took a sandwich off the plate and lifted it to her mouth, looked up at her guest and put the sandwich back down. She pushed the plate towards him; the Chameleon took off his top hat … Continue reading Buzz of the Swarm
Burning Demons
Bryson’s sheriff badge glowed in the reflection of the fire that tore through the colonial three storey house. The flames dimmed out the stars as he smiled at the screams coming from within. In the shards of glass that still clung to the frames he could see the red light of the fire truck approaching. … Continue reading Burning Demons
Empty Spaces Series ^N3
Jorge sat in the rowing boat surrounded by fish, flopping, and jumping trying to escape - their silver scales glistening in the sunlight. His thick woollen jumper hung off his skeletal frame and his stomach ached with pangs of hunger. The water gently lapped at the starboard bow as he lay back and tried to … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series ^N3
Empty Spaces Series ^F2
Hiro and Aimi crouched in the snow field that neighboured the amusement park. The sun reflected off the ground, so Aimi squinted and shielded her eyes with her hand so she could see the fence line more clearly. There wouldn’t be anyone around in the off season, even the job of grounds keeper had long … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series ^F2
Empty Spaces Series ^N1
Olfactory adaptation – that’s what Ted should’ve had after years of working at the petrol station, but his sense of smell was impeccable. One day he’d train as a sommelier, he told himself, maybe next year. For the first hour of every shift, he walked the shop, stacking shelves, taking inventory, and straightening the merchandise. … Continue reading Empty Spaces Series ^N1
Mulberry Tree
Even here the fester could be smelt, clinging to the breeze like loved ones to their deceased. But the wind did not keen as they did, not this day. Not in high summer, which was usually so rejoiced and welcome. But the grass though, that swayed, easy as ever, and the shadow of the Mulberry … Continue reading Mulberry Tree
My name is Isabella,
And it started slow and harmless, a curiosity of noises. It weren’t nothin but the sounds of nature and a summer breeze humming in the trees. We had a rhythm of life that kissed the earth and breathed the clouds; swingin easy in the seasons and rollin with the tides. Isaac farmed and hunted durin … Continue reading My name is Isabella,
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She lay on her side up against the cold stone wall of the bothy; the wind howling just above her head through the glassless window. It swirled around the room and found gaps in the blankets. She adjusted them, but it made no difference as the cold weaved through the fabric. It started raining hard … Continue reading 72973
Cobwebs
Cobwebs hung on the frame and fluttered in the breeze of the open window; the sunlight illuminating half his face, as he gazed in the mirror. He traced the lines on his forehead and picked at the corners of his mouth, where part of his lunch had dried. His hand reached for his hair line, … Continue reading Cobwebs
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