The restaurant was packed to just the right density for Henri to move unobtrusively through the crowd. His slim form slipped through darkness along the room’s edges, the slick black suit swallowing the light. The shadows greeted him like an old friend and he smiled, appreciating the little things that made his business easier. Beyond … Continue reading The Professional
Another dawn cursed the city with her light, scattering the creatures disrupted from their feasts. Dark hollows glittered with eyes as red as their celestial punisher. Screeches of rage echoed through the crumbling city, and I buried my head beneath my worn pillow. If alarm companies still existed, they could bottle this noise and make … Continue reading Consequences
A young woman stepped onto the podium. She was petite and wiry, with luscious black locks and green eyes that swept the room knowingly. Dressed in navy jeans, Havianas and an off-the-shoulder chiffon shirt, she made casual elegant. A female version of Maddox. Her cheeks were a little redder, perhaps, with a sheen of sweat … Continue reading The Eulogy
The winters in Central Asia are piercing and bleak, while the sweating, foetid summers bring cholera, dysentery and mosquitoes, but, in April, the air caresses softly and the scent of all the flowering trees douses this city’s throat-catching whiff of cesspits. The Kiss, by Angela Carter It is a ghost city. For all the colourful … Continue reading Journeys
Sunday. We are at a family picnic. The sun is shining, the birds are warbling, the water at the dam is sparkling, but too cold to swim (probably for the best). Snags are sizzling on the BBQ. Children are laughing as they crunch sticks and leaves and gumnuts beneath bare feet. Toes scrunch in dirt. … Continue reading Ouch-ocado
EMMA LOUISE GILL 