The old stories had been told over and over. The fire had burnt down to its embers. Carlin filled the murmuring pause between tales with a hand-rolled cigarette, off to the side so the tourists wouldn’t complain. His boots squeaked in the sand, and the dune sedges silenced in response. Above the camp, the hungry … Continue reading Night Tour
The mountains used to be quiet. Cloud-wreathed and ancient, they held aloft my castle for countless ages. Until modernity crept in like an unwelcome guest who would not leave, and my home became a 'tourist attraction, four and a half stars on Lonely Planet'. I grieve for that half star. The city of Sibiu welcomes … Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Castle And A Laser
