The Whispering Woods
They told me not to go in there. Into the woods where the you-know-whats lurk. Huge hulks of brown fury, all claws and teeth and menace. They said terrible things would happen to me if I did. I weaved a finger into my locks as I listened… Read more here.
Let Me Go
She came to me three times – in the night when sleep masked my senses, the dark laying heavy on my eyes. The first time was simply a whisper. Three words on a breath, ‘Let me go.’ I leapt up with a start, heart pounding, eyes wide… Read more here.
Both published in The Sirens Call Ezine, Issue 42, The Bitter End, December 2018, Page 108
