short story – Nim of the Loch

They named her wrong. Humans always get names wrong. Her mother threw herself from the flat-tired car and stumbled to my loch. She or the baby or maybe both were craving the feel of water, and she collapsed in the banks with her feet submerged. An agitated man followed, yelling that it was too dark [...]

short story: celestia pearl and the glass fairy

Celestia Pearl was made of rags and scraps. Her strings were frayed, her limbs were splintered. Her winter white hair was matted and knotted on top of her head, glistening like frost from old spilt glitter. Her grey-white dress was stained and threadbare and there were holes in her striped tights. From her perch on [...]