July 8, 2021

Persephone looked so beautiful that day. My eyes on her, hers on the flowers. All she wanted was to pluck them, wreathe them, adorn herself in their shredded multicolour. And, gods help me, but I wanted her to wear them. I wanted to see soft petal against soft skin. I wanted to see that look…

June 20, 2021

*Ailurophobia is the medical term for fear of cats. The bunkbeds were a metaphor. Millie’s angry teenage brain had decided this as soon as she saw the room. It was bad enough to be expected to spend a week of her holidays stuck in this stupid cottage in the most boring part of Somerset. Worse…

May 23, 2021

After Keats’ La Belle Dame Sans Merci. There’s never true daylight in the Shadow World, but the misty days are lighter than the pitch black nights. Enough to wake me and tell my sleepy eyes it’s morning. The silvery half-light glances off white sheets and high marble walls. I stretch. Yawn. And then I remember…