Eddie sat in front of the window, staring blankly past his own translucent reflection, asit landed in the midst of a group of sparrows and let out an aggressive squawk. The sound of wings flapping was muffled by the window pane as the sparrows scattered en masse, heading off in search of a more hospitable feeding place.
Two o’clock in the morning. She woke, as usual, to the distorted audio from the monitor on the bedside table, the little green and red LED lights flashing in time […]
This post is a counterpart to a video I did over on my YouTube channel, detailing some useful pieces of writing advice I’ve picked up over time. Here, I’m going […]
She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly. Every day, he forgets a little more of their sixty five years together; he never tells her, but the thought terrifies […]
Once before, she dreamed you had wings twice as long as your arms, one of them crooked when you landed in her back garden with a crash and the splintering […]
Actually I lied about it being the end of the “Dreamers” stories– I found a couple that were cut out to keep the word count down. She tells the stage […]
You push your fingers into the spaces between hers, lead her out onto the floor and into the very centre of the crowd. She casts a glance behind her at […]