smile + dramatic

look for the girl, the crowd is thick but you'll know her when you see her. she smiles, gazing up at the ceiling. in a room full of people (staring at smartphones and giant headphones clamped on) the effect is incongruous. watch her now - can't afford to break your concentration. she's looking for something;… Continue reading smile + dramatic



walking through the night streetlights glow through thin curtains - wind echoes a song. a ghost walks on soft feet, treading by candlelight: wisps of smoke follow. mirror in a dark room - there stands a shadow. she looks like she knows me.

Windowsill Garden

Flash Fiction July, 1. I've learnt to tell his transgressions by the flowers that are delivered to me. Every time it happens, they're delivered without fail, on a Wednesday morning. Somehow, the courier always manages to arrive just as I'm rinsing out my breakfast dishes and collecting my gym things together. I suppose he's specified… Continue reading Windowsill Garden

prophecy + fence

there goes a prophecy etched in ink, scratched in faded pencil. it promises that one day, you will find yourself. (the details are, naturally, unclear) one day, it happens. there's no magical switch, no brilliant realization. it just happens. one sleepless night later there is a scheme in place. (it's gentle; oh-so-biting before you expect it)… Continue reading prophecy + fence

stage fright

on stage: flawless cosmetics and a costume carefully curated. it all needs to make a statement, you know. off stage: fans step in, killing you with kindness. they haven't a harsh word to say, ever. (they seem to be overly in awe) and the litany of compliments picks up. gathers speed, creates a chaotic, swirling… Continue reading stage fright