I see it for the first time in the centre of the room. It is plain white, without too many frills this time, because it is to be my first, now I am grown up. Pink silk ribbons crisscross down the lacy back and trail away at the end like slack nooses, before they are …
Category: Short stories
Snowflake
I came into being as part of a cloud; a great big cloud that wrapped itself tight around the jagged peaks of the tallest mountains. The north wind sang a lullaby to us each evening that told us we were born from a mighty river that journeyed for miles and miles, all across the earth, …