The rope pulls tight, the wind blows cool against his skin, and the sky is blue and clear.
Drift
Thief of Facsimiles
The mirror man lives in his mirrored house and ripples with the waves.
The Fool Dances For His Master
In his motley coat, the fool danced...
When Is A Door
We cannot follow where the shadow-man goes.
A Game of Clues and Corpses
The detective's shadow loomed over the corpse, flickering in time with the gaslight behind him.
#3LineTales – Ten Seconds to Midnight
She came uninvited to the red masque, to dance on the shore while they waited for the end to come.
#3LineTales: Green
No leaves stirred in the dry summer wind.
Artistic Expression
Make the world your canvas, they say, and I did.
Placebo
There is a man behind the train station who sells Love in pills.
Black Tires on Black Asphalt
Lightning splits the storm-torn sky with jagged white and the thunder follows.
