WHISKEY AND WATER

She’s in the bottle shop, again. Every Tuesday around four thirty she’ll be standing there, picking up bottles, reading the labels, placing them gently back on the shelf, umming and ahing over the malt, the strength, the price. Eventually she will settle on one, different each week; today, it’s Jamerson Black Barrel. Last week it…

ORIGINAL SIN

The tree of knowledge was a silent place. No aphids fed on its sap, no fungi bloomed from its roots, no ants or wasps buzzed and scuttled around its fallen fruit – they simply lay where they fell, sweetening the warm, still air until it was so thick you could gag on it, turning the…

La Tempete

You feel the cold before you touch the wall, pushing your hand through the permanent blanket of icy air. The paint is rough to touch, it dries the oils from your fingertips as they graze along the surface. The wind breathes gently through the open French doors, the night air is mild and honeyed with…

SUMMER BRIDGE

It was summer in the Sierra Nevada. There was a couple by the brook. He lay on his back, staring at her as she sat smoking. They were laughing together, both a little high already, lost in the moment. Her eyes were dark and clear, like the night sky on a crisp winter night. His…

SUNBIRD

He wears gold and cashmere. He dreams in ancient languages, he interprets his visions at dawn, under the rising gold rays of a newborn sun.Today he notices a stone beneath the maple roll itself over and break apart. A hatchling is released, naked, into the world, its purple eyes bulging like raisins, the point of…