There is a boy who can read the birds. He throws crumbs to the town pigeons and in the pattern of their pecking, sees illness coming to his school. He…
The cat turned its back to him and started grooming. After a pause, he pinched the end of its tail. It hissed and spun, swiping at the empty air where…
‘We await your response by sparrow?’ I murmured, reading the letter again. Something about destiny, the fate of many, and ‘answering the call’ … I turned it over and looked…
‘It’s just a pigeon,’ said the girl. ‘Let it die.’ The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his…
‘I don’t know if I can do it.’ The ground fell away mere inches from his feet, a chasm of rock walls and thorny brambles. ‘You can!’ she called from…
He made it to the rooftop, fingers slipping on the rain-slicked tiles, skin cold and stung by the falling sky. She huddled by the false chimney. Her arms hugged her…
A longer microfiction for Mastodon. — People were cruel to the girl with chickenfeet. ‘She’s hideous!’ they would cackle in her face. ‘The poor, ugly thing,’ others would whisper behind…
A collection of microfiction written for Mastodon. REALLY THERE Every night, woken by half-remembered dreams of cracked bones and dripping saliva, she saw the eyes. Two burning pinpricks within…
She fed it every day. A scarred, feather-bare magpie with sharp eyes and a greedy croak. First, it watched from the garden fence. She left it fruit on the ground,…