Flash Fiction for #Whimword: Two Dozen Roses

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, I said. So I called him Graham Thomas and took him to bed with me. His scent was faded by morning, and he lay there, thorny as I teased him. Shall you be Olivia, shall you be Lara? Do you fly on Golden Wings? I …

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Story for #whimword: “Cabinet”

In the cabinet: the curiosities. Where the desirables retain their value; where secrets are kept. In the cabinet where motes rush headlong against the glass, shining until the last, and inside their sunless counterparts lay dormant and fearful. Maria looked out of a cramped corridor window and saw rows of heads. Hairless heads, naked and …

Short (not so much fiction) for #Whimword: BOUNTY

I look up from Twitter briefly and he's hovering in his slippers, which are grey and look like they're made of carpet cut-offs. His ankles are disturbingly white above them. "Want to hear a joke?" He says. I rearrange the lower half of my face, but my eyes are back to skimming my timeline. I …