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 Cycle Wears Down
The Keeper, old and weary, lives in Caer Sidi, the castle revolving...
Thief of Facsimiles
The mirror man lives in his mirrored house and ripples with the waves.
When Is A Door
We cannot follow where the shadow-man goes.
#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.
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.