a kitchen tale

i'm working through the kitchen cupboards, piling the tables high with ingredients and sifting through them to find the right combination. it was originally intended as a birthday cake, but then i realized i had got the month wrong - now, it's going to be a "just because" cake. actually, on reflection, cupcakes might work… Continue reading a kitchen tale

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Vignette (5) (400)

There's a certain artistry to this mountain's edge. Water hums against the edge of the ground, melting hard earth into clay and loosing pebbles into the harbour's water. As far as the eye can see, it's all greenery and water and finally, just before the eye's limit, a cityscape of towering buildings and a bridge… Continue reading Vignette (5) (400)

The Call

Flash Fiction July, 22 They say that when you feel the call, you answer it. I've known people to go travelling at a moment's notice, packing up whatever few possessions will fit into a tiny shoulder bag or backpack and quit their jobs informally by not showing up the next day. By the next week… Continue reading The Call

Incongruous

Flash Fiction July, 9 There's an unusual quality to the air tonight; I'd almost think it feels like a brewing storm, but the evening is cool and clear. It's lacking in the dark clouds that normally foretell thunder and hail and lightning, but there's a definite chill. A rabbit scampers past me as I climb,… Continue reading Incongruous

The Faux Landlords’ Act

It's been another six weeks since my last unusual encounter. The books continued streaming in, piled-up around the house in more stacks than I could possibly get through in one lifetime - only to stop as suddenly as they began. This evening, I'm late coming home from work; too many hours spent making very little… Continue reading The Faux Landlords’ Act

Interlude: Faux Landlords, Studying the Universe

The books began arriving in late May, for no apparent reason. They were always hand-delivered, as far as I could tell - there was nothing to indicate that they had been shipped, and every one of them was wrapped in plastic bags, plastic boxing. Anything, it seemed, to protect them from the elements while they… Continue reading Interlude: Faux Landlords, Studying the Universe

The Faux Landlords Come to Dinner

It's been several weeks since I last had a run-in with either Penelope or Andrew, but the last encounter is cause enough to stay on edge. Just the other day there was a postcard in my mailbox, sent from two cities over and with a business card taped to the back of it. Further inspection… Continue reading The Faux Landlords Come to Dinner