The stage had been set for a while. Louise had noticed the signs of impending doom from the beginning – the loose alliances solidifying, the subtle isolation of a “problem” player, the cautious glances and whispers behind his back. A figurative knife had suddenly appeared and was looming overhead, desperately seeking a target. The air … Continue reading The Rogue’s Departure (Flash Fiction)
Grey morning, soft rain - Moist air, heavy leaves falling. A road made anew.