Category: prose

I will take every star from the sky until your heart is full again.Lola S

I will take every star from the sky until your heart is full again.Lola S

When my mind is away, wondering about everything, and I see your face in the crowd, suddenly, my…

When my mind is away, wondering about everything, and I see your face in the crowd, suddenly, my…

Don’t you ever mistake that my solitude is replaceable by love. If the idea of loving carries…

Don’t you ever mistake that my solitude is replaceable by love. If the idea of loving carries…

My dearest, I have never experienced a heartbreak so strong I feel heavy weights crushing down my…

My dearest, I have never experienced a heartbreak so strong I feel heavy weights crushing down my…

The hangman squeezed the hand of his wife one …

The hangman squeezed the hand of his wife one final time, then turned and embraced Magdalena so firmly she could hardly breathe.

Then, almost as a dog would have done, and as …

Then, almost as a dog would have done, and as few of her supercilious tribe ever condescended to do, she went racing across to the landing place – to be snatched up into the arms of four happy children at once, and to have her fine fur ruffled to a state which it would cost her an hour’s assiduous toilet to put in order.

‘And the fey, like the MacLeods, take care of …

‘And the fey, like the MacLeods, take care of their own.’

And I have always had a passion for the news.

And I have always had a passion for the news.

I wonder if they’re rocks or bushes, they coul…

I wonder if they’re rocks or bushes, they could be anything in the lack of light – objects declaring love and loss, plants that recede in the sun, or endangered creatures stiffened by the sound of me.

‘Not a problem in the world,’ I said.

‘Not a problem in the world,’ I said.