From May 2006, three slightly twisted fairy tales, in 100 words each.

( Late )

From August 2005.

SummerShe knows, of course, that they must have had falls, and winters, some of the time. But her memories of him are memories of summer, soft and warm and hazy. Above all hazy, shimmering like rising heat, and blurred around the edges, just out of focus. And when she tries to sharpen him, to see him in the cool light of ( Read more... )