A Ghost of Memory

She was a ghost, a living spirit from almost twenty years ago. I stood staring, watching her walk down that same street we’d walked down together all that time ago. The shops and street design had changed over the years, since I’d last been back to the town, of course. But it was the sameContinue reading “A Ghost of Memory”

What We Became

  It was easy to forget, once we walked away, about what happened in that valley. At least, at first, we thought so. It was to be our new life, now we were on our own. We thought it would be… well, if not easy, then something we could live with… survive. That night, though,Continue reading “What We Became”

When the Time is Gone

Times change – it is what time does. Time is never still, always rushing away from the now into the future, leaving the past behind. Sometimes, it leaves us behind too. There was that day when her time left me behind at the station. I turned away, back into a life that became memories andContinue reading “When the Time is Gone”

The Goatherd

Until that day, he was another ordinary boy of his tribe. He spent most of his time out on the bare, windy hillsides watching the herds. He had little more than a sharpened stick and a knife to protect them, should any predators come down from the hills. If any raiders rode across the plainsContinue reading “The Goatherd”

For Her Eyes

I forget too much sometimes. I forget how to ease the day out of the night time, so the dawn waits behind closed curtains for me. Waiting for me to remember how to shape the day and bring the sun up from beyond the horizon. I forget which blue the sky could be, sometimes leavingContinue reading “For Her Eyes”

After it was Over

Afterwards, Rimbah left her lying there, next to the body of her husband. She lay there in her torn clothes making no move to cover herself, or to stop the bleeding from her nose where he’d struck her. At first, she’d fought, beating at him with her fists, elbows and knees. Then when they wereContinue reading “After it was Over”

Without a Prayer

Eventually they came for us. Every belief needs some blood sacrifice to make its adherents feel they are the chosen ones and we, here in these hills, became those sacrifices. When the old gods faded and died, we here in the hills turned away from the religions that rose up to replace those old gods.Continue reading “Without a Prayer”

The Land Lies Wanton

This is a land of winter. We do not know much of the summers to the south. We do not grow grapes that ripen in the sun, or take long languid breaks in the middle of the day. Life here is not long, slow and unhurried. Our summers, such as they are, are frantic, racingContinue reading “The Land Lies Wanton”

Each Handful of Day

She could turn as she held each day as a season. From the bright emerging green of spring, through the softer blooming of the coloured summer through the golds, reds and fading away of the autumn to the white bare winter the days would wait for her. She had all the days anyone could needContinue reading “Each Handful of Day”

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