Several things happened simultaneously. The little man shed his coat with a quickness and finesse out of place on his short, sturdy form, the book “leapt” if it’s possible for a book to leap, from the case and begin flying around the room like a trapped bird, hissing at Kitty, and Mr. Boppyface jumped up …
A woman stands in a doorway watching sheets of rain fall from a poorly guttered roof. It’s the sort of rain that can be called a downpour; relentless in its assault on the city. She’s so used to the rain. Used to the way it soaks into the ground until the earth is saturated and …
Craven’s Antique and Book Emporium had been, before it was a repository for the old and eclectic, a hotel. Not an entire hotel, a restaurant and lobby and several smallish rooms along a balcony overlooking the main lobby that were really only fit for single travelers who didn’t mind the smallish beds, the lack of …
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The wee lass jumped so hard at the sound of his voice that she banged her head against the low hanging ceiling. He only felt a little bad. If he hadn’t suspected what she was up to, she’d be knee deep in a mess now. Humans. So …
It had started out as a Very Good Day. Her eyeliner went in without smudging, the cats had not puked on anything in the night, her coffee brewed perfectly dark and perfectly hot and the walk to the bus stop, although bitingly cold, was under a sky so blue and a sun so bright she …
There’s a story brewing. Which means things might get lean for a bit. However, I feel you should know, the lovers in the cabin are doing quite well, despite their mutual Desire to remain undiscovered. It is making them both a bit tense, but she’s learning to trust him and he’s learning to trust her …
time and again I ask myself what makes me keep doing the things I do. I don’t really have a good answer. I step into the sunlight each morning knowing full well im risking everything just to feel it’s warmth and I do it again and again. It’s impossible to see them in the bright …
Waking in the darkened room, she momentarily forgot where she was and the panic set in. She fumbled around for the lamp switch and realized it wasn’t there on the side table, she was in the hotel. Alone. Again. How many did this make this month? Five? She ran through the cities in her head; …
A secret will do one of two things to its keeper; it will either destroy them in the process of keeping it, or it will become something new; no longer a secret but a lie turned into a truth. She knew that if she kept this secret, it would destroy her. So she did what …
“Are we doing this?” “I don’t know, are we?” She grabbed his coat and pulled him towards her, fitting herself against him as he lowered his mouth onto hers. It was the answer to the question and they began to move towards the bedroom. Clothes shed in piles on the staircase, in the hallway. She …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 