THE CARDINAL Always I stop, stare That arresting deep red plume I know what is said A messenger from beyond I know not but I do hope
DUSK Music in the air, Of birds singing, chattering; The day’s last encore.
TWIN FLAME I sense your sadness. This I don’t believe; but still… I feel – through time, space.
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 airContinue reading “The Rogue’s Departure (Flash Fiction)”
The Unbroken Wheel How joyful I was in that job so new, But wait, a betrayal – Ned Stark is that you? A freshly baked drama, No escaping the trauma, Because yes, Littlefinger, I see you too.