I met my love today and it was like the first time all over again. She followed giggling children through winding halls of corrugated steel, their rushing feet stomping and ringing on the trampled surface so that even when lost, she quickly found them. Her face was rosy, flustered by the chase. Her eyes, bright … Continue reading Self-Reflection
Michael cried. He wailed. He sobbed. Curled in a ball of red pyjamas, he resisted Mama’s attempts to comfort him, Papa’s attempts to shout him out of it and Chloe’s attempts to just shut him up. Finally, Parker trotted over. With a tolerant huff, his sloppy lick achieved what the rest of the family could … Continue reading The Protector
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
Ten. Side by side in two neat rows the dead birds lay still. Someone had lined them up in a macabre fashion, as if by organising the bodies they would suddenly come back to life, ten little birds in a grid of crisped feathers and accusing eyes. Another row lay beneath the next tree. And … Continue reading Swept Away
Evil, dark, grim. She holds these words in her heart as she paints black grease around her eyes. The mirror’s reflection betrays nothing, but she feels the weight of her thoughts as if they were sewn into the black fabric she wears. Like stones, sharp and heavy. Evil. Dark. Grim. Stepping into the curtain of … Continue reading Act 3: Revenge
EMMA LOUISE GILL 