Leaves 11/16/2018 Seiko stands breathless among the newly flowered anemones. They flow in melancholy across the meadow, petals fusing with the cloudless sky, blurring the horizon along the brow of the hill. She breathes their scent, embraced in their deafening tranquility, smothering the distant roll of the Shogun’s thunder. In the centre bends a lone Osakazuki , spring leaves shimmering silently; come the autumn the green will bleed to the colour of the Li clan. Seiko watches village girls gather baskets of
Seiko stands breathless among the newly flowered anemones. They flow in melancholy across the meadow, petals fusing with the cloudless sky, blurring the horizon along the brow of the hill. She breathes their scent, embraced in their deafening tranquility, smothering the distant roll of the Shogun’s thunder. In the centre bends a lone Osakazuki , spring leaves shimmering silently; come the autumn the green will bleed to the colour of the Li clan. Seiko watches village girls gather baskets of
A Matter of Taste 05/03/2018 The sparkling water reflected a dipping sun. Dustin cleared a stray blond hair from Carmen’s cheek, then rested on the promenade rail to watch her as he wrestled with what she had just told him.
The sparkling water reflected a dipping sun. Dustin cleared a stray blond hair from Carmen’s cheek, then rested on the promenade rail to watch her as he wrestled with what she had just told him.
Dalwhinnie's Diplomacy 01/12/2018 ‘Mess this one up, Dalwhinnie and I’ll castrate you with my beak,’ the Captain had glared at him, one tentacle wrapped firmly round the Lieutenant’s neck.
‘Mess this one up, Dalwhinnie and I’ll castrate you with my beak,’ the Captain had glared at him, one tentacle wrapped firmly round the Lieutenant’s neck.
Dalwhinnie's Chance 01/12/2018 He sat alone in the cafeteria, gazing at the galaxy of foam swirling in his cup of brown liquid, watching the bubbles pop or break away in little clusters to make a bid for the rim. Running away. Just like him.
He sat alone in the cafeteria, gazing at the galaxy of foam swirling in his cup of brown liquid, watching the bubbles pop or break away in little clusters to make a bid for the rim. Running away. Just like him.
... you used to cry 11/18/2017 Old habits die hard. Like Sunday lunchtimes at the Red Lion. She hesitates on the threshold. It’s been a year since she was last here. Is she doing the right thing?
Old habits die hard. Like Sunday lunchtimes at the Red Lion. She hesitates on the threshold. It’s been a year since she was last here. Is she doing the right thing?
With Dignity 05/27/2017 ‘You can see her now.’ He hands me the paper from his clip board and shows me through into the next room.
‘You can see her now.’ He hands me the paper from his clip board and shows me through into the next room.
