Short Story – Words & Things

My Garden

There are roosluise crawling out of the centres of my almost mature rosebuds. They scurry in and out as if taunting me in a triumphant dance. I haven’t yet had the courage to tell Adriaan there won’t be roses in the house this month. I’m going to have to cut all of them down toContinue reading “My Garden”

Making Hate

Let me put on a show for you. Let me show you my soul so you can show me yours.Let me light your fire so you can burn your fingertips. “I don’t love you anymore,” she whispered as soon as she was sure he was sleeping, before turning her bedside lamp out and curling up nextContinue reading “Making Hate”