The Night Watchman
Last night, she claimed another victim. He jumped off the roof, like she had ten years back. I took up this job to stay close to her. But the… Read more »
Yearly Archives: 2018
Coming of Age
The butcher’s son stood behind the wooden block and bit his nails. A thin stream of sweat trickled down his forehead. Thud! His father heaved an unconscious goat on to… Read more »
Dragon
Written for another #vss365 prompt – “Dragon” Kim had come a long way. From being called “fatty” and “useless” to being the best laksa chef in town. Now she ground… Read more »
When Life gives you Lemons
On the next full moon night, cut a lemon in half. Sprinkle some turmeric and chant the magic words I’ve taught you.
To Clara, with Love
“Maybe this writers’ residency is coming at a good time.” I wiped my tears. “I’ll figure this out when I’m back, promise.” I pointed at the cardboard boxes against Mama’s wall. …. Read more »
Not all Love is the Same
The Micro-story-palooza continues! Yesterday’s prompt was “Love” (obviously!) Read on… And then she was born. Sonnets became lullabies, roses and chocolates gave way to diapers and bottles, long waits in… Read more »
Jerk Seasoning
Ginger and nutmeg rasped rhythmically against the grater. Sweet cinnamon soothed the fiery allspice. Thyme and lime for that tang you liked.
Zeitgeist
“For the spring collection,” Kat’s voice made the meeting room stifle. “I want the zeitgeist of 1940s Europe.” Neil doodled on his sketchpad. So War? Death? Poverty?
United Forever
This story was inspired (loosely) by a monument dedicated to the Moorish poet Ibn Zaydun and his lady love, Princess Vallada, in Cordoba, Spain
Dear John
Soon we will be in bed. You will kiss my forehead and turn away, to your phone.
I will pretend to read, but really look at your graying head until I fall asleep.