a summons

The sun sat hot and heavy in the bleached sky, and filled the tiled cloister with the heady, too-sweet stench of overripe peaches. Aella, despite being covered in heavy, white robes, seemed comfortable in the heat. Her umber face was dry and calm. “The summons came, then?” Aella said. Glimmer nodded, and clutched her waist. […]

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after I’m gone

Glimmer watched, eyes wet, as Sayla buckled her brother’s sword around her waist. There was a finality in how Sayla tightened the scarred strap, and let her hand linger on the leather-wrapped hilt, before looking up into Glimmer’s eyes. Both born under the Emerald Moon in the Albaenorin parish, they had been closer than kin, […]

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the trees

Harriet did not like trees. There was something sinister about how they leaned, silently observing, refusing to intercede. Oh you might see a branch sway, perhaps get a pinecone dropped on your head, but beyond that, nothing. Mama said trees were an allegory about the insignificance of man. Insignificance, Harriet understood. Trees lined the road […]

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drinking with Mama

The coffee percolates on the table, dripping black into Mama’s favorite mug. I dump the grounds in the trash, avoiding your eyes, and wrap my fingers around the cracked, cactus-covered porcelain. “You have to talk to me,” you say. I think about pouring gin into my coffee, and when I look up, I know you’ve […]

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rendal

Cass was regretfully introduced to the feckless Rendal the following day, when she was compelled to firmly dissuade an errant hand on her backside with a few choice words, and a firmly-wielded dagger. He was greasy and unkempt, with long, blond lashes that fluttered and clumped around his bloodshot eyes. Apparently given to ear-grating tautology, […]

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the red lady

The Red Lady of Venice lay dead in the street. Someone had covered her with a black cloak, but Cass could still see dark red curls from beneath the hood. The crowd was hushed, and anger filled more than a few faces. Though new to the city, even Cass had heard of her. It seemed […]

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eyesore (from issue 19 at 101fiction)

I’m excited to announce that I’m included in the newly released Issue 19 at 101Fiction. Check out Eyesore, my 100 word story about coming nose to nose with a faerie, and while you’re there, enjoy the full collection of stories. Here’s a short excerpt from my piece – My mama left me three things – a […]

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therapy

I can see the twitch beginning in the thick of your brow, as your eyes tighten and narrow. Your lips part, purse, then close. You decide to stay silent, and drum your fingers on the beer-stained coasters dividing the space between us. You’ve modeled a therapist’s face of support and understanding for so many others, […]

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taking the long way

Whoever said the real treat was the journey and not the destination, had likely never spent a week wading through Hayborthien crap. Jaes had plugged her nose with strips of cloth on day one, but she could still smell the sickly-sweet stench. The yellow sludge was everywhere. It sloshed into her boots and coated her […]

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inflight entertainment

“Mention Saturnia one more time and I swear I’ll jettison your ass.” Xata hovered her index finger over a button on the console, and waggled it threateningly. “Touchy, touchy.” Pell held up his hands. “You know, you’ve threatened me with that at least twenty times.” “Doesn’t speak well about your performance.” “Or your leadership.” Xata […]

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