Lettie’s Letters

As a child, Lettie Nash loved letters. She loved the curve, the swoop, the long stroke, the quiet point. Then as she grew, letters became words, became sentences, became prose, and overflowing with things to say she wrote and wrote and wrote.Her mother made her hide her work, lest her father find and burn it … Continue reading Lettie’s Letters →

Divine Intervention – Part 1

Every cloud has a silver lining. Ariadne’s had two, and they were itchy. She sighed, irked by another night of restless sleep and a morning without coffee. They only served holy water Upstairs. Rumour had it, top-ranking angels had access to plantations owned by a minor saint, but chances of Ariadne reaching that tier were … Continue reading Divine Intervention – Part 1 →

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