One of those mornings again. Waking up to a world that is too loud, too bright– one feels faded in contrast.
All in Fiction
The Sword
Between my ribs a sword is thrust. It goes in below the heart and comes out at the backside of the opposite hip. I can’t recall when it went in, but it must be some time ago now.
The Shore
December. I have got into the habit of walking to the shore in the dark. It’s a little way off from my house, and getting there in the dark is often difficult, since I never carry any light with me…
A Retelling of Hansel and Gretel.
Your Eyes
I’ve always loved your eyes. They truly are windows to your loving soul.
The Cave
It was impossible to turn back.
Knight's Tour
Heartbreak, proposals, excitement and fear. Sara takes us on a fascinating journey across the floors and corridors of a hotel and gives us glimpses into the rooms.