They watch their footsteps in fascination as, crashing through puddle after puddle, tiny gray tsunamis wash the pebbles and grass out in circles from their Wellington boots. It is 1992. Sariya still has dark hair, bobbed neatly around her chin underneath her pale blue rain coat ( Read more... )

What does it mean, anyway? She asks ( Read more... )

So, I took it upon myself to write thirty vignettes about two characters, Sean Rooke and Sariya Silverwood. It was supposed to take a month. It actually took three. But despite all this, I've finally finished.

The April Themes are courtesy of 31_days, a kickass writing community with a new lot of themes for each month ( Read more... )