The crisp cloak swished like a sabre and its emerald piped edges glinted in the sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows. The sharp sunlight also mercilessly highlighted the motes... read more
The button lay undetected for many years, gathering dust, the thoughts and the fears of those who came and went on soft and frightened footsteps, on the creaking wooden floorboards in the drawing... read more
Perhaps if she had read the small print more closely, her sense of dread was growing. Violet couldn't imagine how long she had been there, trapped behind glass, staring out at her... read more
Echoes of mistrust can seep into the mind in the small hours... When shadows creep and floorboards creak and sleep escapes you... Hope then, for a sunlit morning ... read more