A veil of illusion binds him. His snowy hair and onyx eyes belie his age. Fair of face and manner, only the beauty of his voice compares. He walks as if on wing, his feet barely touching the earth. Fairytales and legends he whispers in my ear. Myths of Druid spells, witches and enchanted swans, … Continue reading A son of Lir
Category: Flash Fiction
Rainy days and Mondays
The pounding rain and thunder woke me before my alarm. Good thing, since the storm had also knocked out the power. That meant a dark and cold shower, and no coffee. Being up early, maybe I would have enough time to stop on the way into the office. A Monday without copious amounts of caffeine … Continue reading Rainy days and Mondays
Sadness or euphoria
Her footsteps echoed through the empty sanctuary, the sound making her flinch with each pew she passed. She imagined the entire town could hear the reverberations, knowing where she was and why. Lighting a candle, she chose a bench far from the altar, smokey with burning incense. She knelt briefly to cross herself, a niggling … Continue reading Sadness or euphoria
Science lesson
On a rain soaked street, far from lampposts and shoulders, a car sat parked, the driver’s tires straddling the side of the road. Rounding a blind curve, Stella never saw the other car blocking her lane. In that moment the universe split, radiating out like a spiderweb. Each new world held a version of the … Continue reading Science lesson
A brighter place
Except for taking some time off while pondering whether I wanted to continue my writing and photography, this week marks my fourth full year of blogging. While this particular site only began back in December of this year, I once had another blog that started in mid-July, 2007 ~ which is currently sitting in limbo until … Continue reading A brighter place
Song for her father
It was time to just walk away. The conversation was going nowhere, but downhill. Louder, meaner, more futile. She was butting her head against a brick wall, and he wasn’t about to give an inch. Grabbing her backpack, she didn’t wait for a break in his tirade, she simply got off the couch and headed … Continue reading Song for her father
Thin spiral notebook 