“This one, this is it” Maive pressed her cheek against the elegant pile, a sweet smile on her lips. Her hat teetered and fell to the ground, point first. “Move over, I’ve got this.” I flicked my hair behind my shoulders, wrapped my arms around the towering roll and pulled. Maive smirked at my efforts but I… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Which One?
Darcy pulled her scarf up and hunched her shoulders high. She felt stupid already and it was only four minutes after nine, but she'd known all along Jack wouldn't come. She wiped the bright red lipstick from her lips, and gingerly stepped across the ice back toward the school entrance. The note could have been… Continue reading Playing it cold (Friday Fictioneers)
I round the corner fast, head down, legs pumping furiously, my mind on the repetitive turn of the pedals. I know I'm making good time even without checking my watch, because I know the routine of this place. I see the sign hasn't yet been put out on the pavement at Pirelli's as I speed… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction: A Silent Witness