Category: Prose

The Portal

Lizzie has walked by this gallery forever and it has never been open, but today it is. ‘Must be my lucky day.’ The moment she walks through the door, her hair rises on her neck. The atmosphere changes; the air damper, cooler and misty….

The Keeper of Secrets

I am the keeper of secrets, and the giver of life. Without me, this garden in the desert would be nothing more than sand. But she saw the potential a long time ago; an opportunity to create an oasis under the canopy of my…

The Phone Booth

She stands alone in the bitter cold, waiting, hoping to feel useful again. It seems like forever since she heard a human voice, a vibrant hello, joy and laughter echoing here. Oh, how she enjoyed those calls!

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