I See, You See, Not the Same

https://helenevaillant.com/2019/02/26/10678/ A journey's end is nigh, but ever beyond the reach of mere life. "I come, Pythonissa," Barosa called, "lay out the bridge for me." Picture Challenge 26/02/2019 by helenevaillant.com If the bridge did not draw for him, he'd wait. The Moon Mother watched for Pythonissa. He would be easy to see if they but … Continue reading I See, You See, Not the Same

The Truth About RumpledStiltedSkin: A Very Ugly Old Man

thanks to Senryu for the idea for this post, taken from the shorts anthology (2017): --- The Story was twisted out of all proportion, and now he needs us all to know the truth, so here it is, from his own mouth. --- That young girl, she was cryin', see. Doing all that weepin' and … Continue reading The Truth About RumpledStiltedSkin: A Very Ugly Old Man

Burglar!

A short story. A burglar! She hadn’t seen him, hadn’t heard him. Only the creak, the groan of the old timber bench – he must have leaned on it, or hidden behind it, or used it to propel himself at her as she came in to investigate the noise. The television sound from the back … Continue reading Burglar!

Time?

The newspaper glared, the screen screamed, the phone jangled. Her eyes couldn't see, her ears couldn't hear - the last images that made sense were graven into her brain. That list, the one she barely glanced at, shouldn't have been interested in - it was the name that jumped out first. Then she saw the … Continue reading Time?