I looked around the room, wondering how I'd found myself in this strange place Who were these people?  And what were they doing in my lounge? "Your glass is empty.  There's plenty of wine over on the table - help yourself!" she smiled hospitably. "Don't you have any light? I used to drink light ( Read more... )

Back in the old days, when the ocean was red and the sky, there was a girl who liked to play by the sea. Her father always warned her against the wolf-rays, those hungry anxious beasties that would ride in on the surf and skittle thirstily along the beach for the blue, human blood across the sands. The stories just made her want to see one more. ( Read more... )

Their love floated down upon him like a duvet of feathers - but heavy.... Like heavy feathers.... He loved the way it wrapped around him, furled around his limbs and encaptured his body. He knew it would be impossible for him to lift the soft weight off of him, but why would he want to? It settled heavy on his chest, holding his heart, warming him ( Read more... )

They once fought, the features: eye against eye, lip against nose, cheek against baby chin.  But one day, they all came together.  For a while the face smiled, even beamed (or at least seemed to), but it aged fast. Lines of worry began to crease its once infantile skin - and before long, its mouth was open, bawling with screams unholy. Clumps of ( Read more... )

The bee works busily at the flower, skillfully gathering its nectar in a dextrous flurry.  Standing close by, is the bee-watcher, analyzing the bee’s work and sometime getting lost in the beauty of its movements.  A little way off stands the bee-watcher-watcher, marvelling at the attentiveness of the bee-watcher, but also questioning its ( Read more... )

Tearing, finally and carefully, through the last layer of endothelium, he finally saw inside her eyes.

But there was no blackness that poured out, only the light of a million galaxies.

He knew that already, of course, but he had to be certain...

When the glove was full, it could climb walls, pluck the apple out of reach, dance with the raindrops, bring dead flowers back to life, lift the moon's reflection from the sea and set it on the mantlepiece ( Read more... )

and in one tiny breath, barely a sigh, he shook the Bourne of Mel to its trembling knees... He laughed, wiped away a tear, then swam in the fountain for three days.  Then he was clean.

She hated the way he was always playing with his nails.  And the way his whiskers tickled her.  And the way he always wanted to snuggle, when she wanted her space... The way he come in late at night, and expect he could just crawl into bed, or that he could spend all night out, when she wanted him there. How he'd lie in bed until evening, while she ( Read more... )

Even after she'd moved in with him, Jonas still found himself going back to her old building.  He didn't, of course, notice anything strange about this - well, not at first anyway.  Initially he'd always pop back to make sure she hadn't left anything behind, until she began to insist she most definitely had not.  Then he would regularly stop off to ( Read more... )