Boar Bristles and Melancholy Songs

The old woman loved to brush her charge’s hair, loved to run her hands through the thick strands after the boar bristle brush had done its job.  And the girl had the most beautiful voice, high and light like a bird.  She loved the little melancholy songs the girl...

The Mirror

As she pulled the sheet away, light glinted off the mirror, striking Jane in the eye; her little hand shot up and rubbed at it.  “That will not help.”  Jane dropped her hand and looked right and left in the dim attic light.  There was no one around; Ben had not snuck...

Almost Time

He uncorked the bottle, the dark metallic scent of the liquid drifted towards her. He filled two glasses and came to stand beside her. She drank deeply and he smiled at her. “Almost time.” He drained his glass. She took both empty glasses and tossed them into the...

Velvet Boredom

She hated this place. Hated it with a fury so pure it burned white hot behind her eyes. How dare they keep her here? How dare they say it was for her own good? How dare they? Had she not handled the situation perfectly well before they arrived? Had she not destroyed...

Malcom

The snow was fresh and crisp under Malcolm’s feet and he revelled in the crunching sound it made as his boots descended.  It was deep, almost to his knees, and the journey would take many hours, but he had been entrusted with a very important task and would not be...

Bone Magic

The bone was exposed.  She had irrigated the wound and now Cali could clearly see the fine crack that threatened to split the femur.  She closed her eyes and began to chant quietly under her breath.  The words ran into each other forming an indiscernible braid of...