Moon-silver Mother
Night had never been Robert’s friend. He never found solace swimming in moonlight and starlight had always been colder than ice. His mother left him at night to his father […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Melting
A place reeking of grease and unsettled bills, empty dining room, a snow-covered lawn. It fitted his canceled date. She hadn’t even bothered to text him. Sarah the ice-queen. Simon […]
Preparing for nothing
Astrid had started sleeping with an open window since the curfew started. The city was silent, except for an occasional growl from nocturnal wildlife marking their new territory. Over the […]
Fixing
Agnes let her eyes slumber, slowly following the faint line where the sky met the sea. The sun was preparing to set but no one left and no one came […]
Staying in touch
We always promised that we’d stay in touch. But you moved South and I stayed put; I met Patricia and I hid my memories from her jealousy. She nagged me […]
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