Fiction

A vault in the stars She wasn’t always around, you know. One day there was no one, the next there was someone, and the day after that, said someone’s gone. ***** Momma’s rag didn’t care for my fingers too much. Did you know fingers can blush like sunburned flesh? It dug into me, staining me … Read more

Siesta Beach Sand from Siesta Beach slips through my fingers the way time slips for mortals. Sinks into Juxta Lake: a crossover point between the mortal world and mine. Reflections of bronze-leafed trees shimmer in the water as I murmur charms. “Off to loiter with that mortal again, I suppose,” my sister mutters. Stepping into … Read more