A local tale warns against spending longer than necessary within the dark circle under the Willow Bridge. It is, they say, a gateway to …
Mini Sagas
Mini Saga n.19 — Through Dry Seas
It had been the most difficult journey, we’ve all agreed. The dust filled our lungs with a thirst that no amount of drink could dispel. …
Mini Saga n.18 — To the Circus
Tickets were gone in minutes. Some had camped with thermos of coffee, or tea, spiked with rum. It was the beginning of winter, and snow …
Mini Saga n.17 — Presence Unknown
One day here, the other, gone. The only thing left was that menacing message. You never knew when your turn might come. If ever. When it …
Mini Saga n.16 — Shadow’s Selfies
In the midday sun, Shadow took another shot. It was the best time of day. Another one and the series would be complete. She checked …
Mini Saga n.15 — Lunch in the Park
My bag is filled with fallen leaves. I pick them one by one, and place them on the kitchen table. Six are green, four yellow. Two in …
Mini Saga n.14 — The Landing
It landed on a foggy night, somewhere in the suburbs. Its surface covered with intricate decorations, a message for us maybe. But we didn't …
Mini Saga n.13 — A Moss Heart
In spite of the appearance, the creature has a soft, green heart. As I reach over, I sense a little movement, a shiver, like a faint …
Mini Saga n.12 — 23:23
23:23, I knock at the door. The instructions were clear. I knock again, this time it opens, I step inside. No sound, just the clicking of …