He fell lamely sideways, grizzled head meeting damp cobbles with an unbroken, heavy thwack. The gnarled clump of concrete that had felled him came soon after, bouncing crunchingly off the tiles. A thin ribbon of blood – black ink in the dusky twilight – unfurled from below his twisted limbs, and as it spread slowly …
Category: Short Stories
A Night at White River
Willow blew softly on the incense holder and let the white swirls of sandalwood drift up into the pines. “They’re going to love it. I can feel it,” she said. Falcon smiled and blew her a kiss as he hauled the canoe out of storage and slid it across the grass to the jetty at …
Mitra Thompson 