He left two trails behind him as he stumbled through the flat white.
We Only See it at Night
We whisper stories, in the endless grey, of the Sun as our ancestors knew it...
The rope pulls tight, the wind blows cool against his skin, and the sky is blue and clear.
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.
No leaves stirred in the dry summer wind.
Make the world your canvas, they say, and I did.