We buried Prudence under the oak tree a week after we found her. Sunday morning came hot and arid, and Gregory approached the yard to let us know the morgue was done. A wine-stained tablecloth was all we had on hand when the time came, so we climbed onto his mule cart and made our … Continue reading Red by Morrow, Vesper’s Sorrow
Hung downwards, from the rail in the wardrobe, my wife’s fresh-faced flowers hid behind her wedding veil. A tradition we learned from her grandmother. Our ‘something old’, to decorate our table in future anniversaries. “They dry prettier in the dark,” she murred as she latched the shutter closed. That first year she still saturated our … Continue reading Dried Roses
“Well what would you suggest?” “I’m not suggesting anything.” “But you don’t like my idea?” “I’ve certainly liked other ideas better.” “Like what?” “Well, the Trojans once thought they should bring a Greek gift into their city.” “That was a terrible idea.” “Yes, but it’s relative. It was pretty bad, I’m not arguing with that. … Continue reading Dialogue Loop 3
His grin, that's the worst part. It was both alien and familiar; a poorly drawn self portrait. It was too perfect to the point of being unsettling. I couldn’t find a flaw if I tried. What’s worse, I had always loved smiles. Especially my fathers, both reassuring and optimistic. People would always remark how much … Continue reading Man in the Mirror
I once knew a man called George. He liked eggs. As a child he enjoyed his eggs so much that one day he dreamed of growing up to be an egg. His mother and father were puzzled. How could their son dream of one day becoming an egg? But the dream did not diminish. As … Continue reading George the Egg
“One of you is responsible for the murder of Jean Le Mer,” the master detective began as he marched slowly and dramatically around his audience. “Your plan was devilish in its simplicity but hidden behind an almost impenetrable curtain.” He paused. “Almost,” he continued with a wry smile. “But before I reveal the perpetrator of … Continue reading Whodunnit?
Sometimes the weather is perfect. Sometimes the sun wakes us and bathes us with its warmth throughout the day and sometimes it rains when we need it to. Sometimes we make plans weeks in advance and sometimes we make it up as we go along. Sometimes we will laugh at the same things, and sometimes … Continue reading Sometimes