“So,” Iuen asked, “what do you think?” Ealia looked over at Iuen. Part of her wondered absently if he would ever get the grass stains out of his grey officers robes. Maybe he’d get ribbed for it back at the officer’s mess, interrogated to find out who his mysterious lover was. “Think of what?” she … More New Love
“So,” the Manager said, “I believe we have an appointment.” Chela smiled, thinly at the Manager. No one knew her name, her real name. It was just The Manager, who had been running the establishment for the last forty years. And still, she did not look at day older than when she had arrived, sixty … More The Appointment (From the Archives)
“Do you have it?” a female voice said from the shadows. James shuffled on his feet, feeling the weight of the small statute in his pocket. It had taken him months to track it down, and another two to get it across the border for this particular buyer. The lost statute of Anerak, last seen … More The Lost Exhibit (From the Archives)
“So,” Iuen asked, “what do you think?” Ealia looked over at Iuen. Part of her wondered absently if he would ever get the grass stains out of his grey officers robes. Maybe he’d get ribbed for it back at the officer’s mess, interrogated to find out who his mysterious lover was. “Think of what?” she … More New Love (A Teacup Story)
“Do you have it?” a female voice said from the shadows. James shuffled on his feet, feeling the weight of the small statute in his pocket. It had taken him months to track it down, and another two to get it across the border for this particular buyer. The lost statute of Anerak, last seen … More The Lost Exhibit (A Teacup Story)
“So,” the Manager said, “I believe we have an appointment.” Chela smiled, thinly at the Manager. No one knew her name, her real name. It was just The Manager, who had been running the establishment for the last forty years. And still, she did not look at day older than when she had arrived, sixty … More The Appointment (Teacup Story – Flash Fiction)
Sometimes it’s not even the memory that catches you, but the lack of one. The moment you sit, in a moment, and breathe it in. And you realise how different now is to then, and what now means to you. It’s a mirror, that moment that you see sometimes. A mirror that looks at your … More Flash Fiction – Sometimes (A Teacup Story)
Vanessa sat in the car in deafening silence. It ate at her, it ate at Jim. They sat, stewing, feeling the weight of the air pressing into their bodies. Vanessa drove with purpose. Lights flashed as cars zipped past them, going the other way. Otherwise, the road was quiet, only illuminated by the two steady … More Teacup Story – Choosing Love
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