October 31, 2019
It’s outside the door. I have no idea how it found me, but it has. I can hear it scratching at the wood. There is an unmistakable smell of death wafting through the cracks — sickly sweet. I try and hold my breath as the stench fills the room. It won’t be long now before it breaks through.
In a Pickle
October 17, 2019
I tried to forgive her, but she just wouldn’t let me. She was always very stubborn. She even stormed out, which left me in a bit of a pickle as it wasn’t my apartment. It was hers.
October 03, 2019
Come with me, he said. “Where do you want me to go?” I asked him. Everywhere, he said. “Everywhere?” I asked. Yes everywhere, stop repeating me, he said. “Oh ok,” I said, I must have made him angry. Sometimes he gets angry. Sometimes he gets so angry that I have to run and hide. Today he isn’t that angry, so I stay. Well, don’t just stand there, he says, let’s go. Before I can say a word, he is gone. I brace myself; it is always disorientating when I cross over. I take a deep breath, and then I am gone.
Micro Fiction piece "Everywhere" originally published in Maudlin House on September 03 2019
The Last Fish
October 04, 2019
A boy sits by the pond and wonders if he should catch the last fish on Earth. Somehow it has been overlooked. The last of its species. Gone forever. He knows he should let it be, leave it alone, but he is terribly hungry. He sighs and pulls out his fishing rod. A boy must eat.
End and Beginning
July 11, 2019
“Always begin at the end of the beginning. Never at the beginning of the end.” Strange advice from a man who lives outside of time. Or maybe it makes perfect sense coming from him. I don’t know. His words stuck with me throughout my life. I tried to do just that. It only occurs to me now, here on my death bed, that it was a joke.