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 …

Short Story for #Whimword: PEACH

The tree itself was peach, the bark was peach-coloured, and the roots too. They wound through the earth under his feet, looking disturbingly like a huge, clutching hand. The leaves were dappled in the sun; peaches and cream. But it wasn't a peach tree. There were no flowers or fruit, and it was late summer. …