Back to Mother

“It’s time we got back to mother,” said the mave, his low voice an added heaviness to the rough-hewn hall. Like a frayed silk cocoon, his hoary beard caught against the coarse texture of his Continue reading Back to Mother

The Perfect Day for Doom

The creak of a rowboat. A splash of oars. My eyes flutter in the glare off shallow waves. Funneled through the inlet, pooling under the bridge, it’s the turn of the tide, when the air Continue reading The Perfect Day for Doom

The Parable of the Kitty

“Where have you gone off to?” said the father, a widower, as he opened Lilly’s door. There on the bed sat Lilly, sucking on her thumb, her pink taffeta dress spread like an Elizabethan ruff. Continue reading The Parable of the Kitty