of The Inn of Stormy Nights
I am not supposed to play favorites, as the keeper of all the stories that ever were, ever will be and always are, but I do. I have a favorite. My favorite are the curious who end up in extraordinary situations. Situations they never would have experienced had they the sense to sit still at …
Introvert. We like being alone but that doesn’t mean we don’t like the flash and bang of fireworks as much as extroverts. What sort of images crossed you mind then? Did you see someone cowering, shy, stuttering? Did you see a shadow or an ant, that larger and louder people cannot stand, so they step …
Friendship It sits on the edge of your driveway A cardboard box covered in felt tip scribbles. And duct tape. Waiting for removal by Wednesday recycling. Even friendship exists on a social calendar. Made of institutionalised emotions. In blue and yellow. Unicorns who rampage and riddle a forest. They kicked the box down first. The …