red-veined pitcher plant

Teev shook the can of red spray paint. Through practice and skill, he could make the telltale click of metal ball bearings rattling around in the can sound like crickets and cicadas. Thick, overgrown reeds, pine needles, and small twigs and sticks gave good cover as the tagger slipped through the field. Red veins, painted … Continue reading Tagger

No light, no sound

foggy bridge

Cold and damp, fog comes creeping, Blanketing the harbor beneath a shroud of grey. Silently eerie, shadows veil the fae. Wee folk dance mortals into a frenzy, Faster and faster, a delirious ballet. Spinning, twirling, the world falls away. Light and sound reason betrays.