Fiction

Diorama

We used to talk about your bonsai. They were young trees, and we’d talk about your dreams of what they would be.

Cassandra

I eventually named her Cassandra. At first she was small enough to be that spider in the corner, the one with black widow vibes.

Protector

Horror’s warning came in the stream’s reflection while Protector bathed.

Esper

There is just us two. I read your mind using tools.

Transparent

You discover that going to university is both better and worse than invisibility. It improves your parents: they are cities away and out of your life — but, unfortunately, there are other people you have to interact with.

Backup

Ilsa packed two suitcases: the first for her clothes, the second for her journals.

Moving on

An early change was going freelance: I could slowly shift my work to evenings and nights, to the sunless time.

Movable Type

The Nobleman was intrigued by news of mechanical printing, so it pleased Henry to offer a tour of his workshop.

Raised

Leonard knew that things were worse when the rats screeched in their cage and rattled the bars.

Memories

Her sister’s call to help pack up the old family house meant that Hanna had to take a two hour flight to come “home”.

Life Lost

My therapist says, “Don’t hold on so tight.” By this she means to my memories of you.

The Librarian

It was understood that the Librarian was still alive.

Lost

This is how you leave a place.

A Witch's Sorrow

It’s been 40 years since I was last here at your grave.

At the Fountain's Verge

At the ball, Gwendoline eventually found Gennifer, who was dressed in a Corvid’s mask, but her voice and manner still gave her away.