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 and the baby were craving the feel of water and she collapsed in the banks with her feet submerged. A man followed, yelling that it was too dark, too dangerous. She was [...]

short story – changeling children

The witch came for me when I was sixteen years old. I was in class, listening to the drumbeat of rain and the wordless drone of the teacher. I had spent the first half of class drawing a pattern of stars and leaves on the palm of my hand and the ink was smudging onto [...]