The dragon came at dusk. We watched from the deck, sails hanging limp in the breezeless tropics, escape useless. The…
‘Fish again?’ The child turned his nose up, disgust writ large on his fat-cheeked face. Maree dolloped a small serving…
‘What do we do now?’ Robert’s voice was edgy, angry. The little boat floated further out on the rising waves.…
Sunshine, at last. Winter was finally retreating, creeping its way southward to fill the antipodeans’ lives with chill and wet.…
The poet was having a bad day, and a worse night. He couldn’t find a word, an image, a rhyme…
He’s full of her, his new work colleague. Laura this, Laura that. She’s so clever, sees through management’s stupid demands,…
The hot weather made it worse. The stench oozed through the old sheets which swaddled the bulky, oddly shaped packages,…
Open your hand is one of two parts of today’s prompt, taken from Sylvia Plath’s works.The other is And dissolve…
The rain had stopped, leaving a translucent fogginess as a reminder of its presence. He peered out the window, debating.…
He knew she wouldn’t come. Not because of the weather. They had walked in far worse than this, whispering their…