The Necessity of Pockets

It was pockets Freng missed the most. Back in the Sun Empire, you wore as many layers of clothing as you could, to protect against the rain and the cold. Each layer could have many pockets. For a man like Freng, who had so many secrets to keep, several pockets, many hidden deep between theContinue reading “The Necessity of Pockets”

Everything Comes Back to Time

There is time. There is always time. At least, until one day there isn’t. That was what Glench thought. For a while… well, for most of his life up until it happened. No, that wasn’t true. Glench shook his head and tried to remember which of the two glasses was the one he was drinkingContinue reading “Everything Comes Back to Time”

I Can’t Remember Her Name

I thought I’d forgotten her. I didn’t think about her for days, not about the way she stretched first thing in the morning as though the day couldn’t start without her. I didn’t think of the way she’d laugh at herself when she did something wrong, or forgot why she’d come into the room. IContinue reading “I Can’t Remember Her Name”

Unfolding the Worlds

Maybe I should think of something else. Maybe I should let these days flow into some other river. Maybe I should walk along different riverbanks. Maybe I should get away from this place. Maybe it is time to find somewhere else, either in this world or some other new one I have not seen before.Continue reading “Unfolding the Worlds”

Sometimes Forgetting is Easy

Sometimes forgetting is easy. At least that is what I thought. So easy, we don’t even know we have forgotten. Other times we lie awake at night unable to forget, unable to let go. I started with the simple things, forgetting my wallet or my keys. Forgetting why I’d walked into the room. Birthdays andContinue reading “Sometimes Forgetting is Easy”

Each Hand Holds a Secret

‘Each hand holds a secret,’ I said, holding them both out to her, clasped tight. ‘Which one do you choose?’ Hemma cocked her head to one side as she faced me. ‘Do I have to choose?’ ‘Everybody has to choose, all the time. It is the choices we make that, in turn, make us whoContinue reading “Each Hand Holds a Secret”

She was the Story I Told Myself

‘Tell me a story,’ she said, resting her head on my chest. I looked up at the stars in the sky above us. ‘I’ve told far too many stories already.’ ‘Not to me.’ That was true. I wondered what she would say when I told her that she was the last story I’d told myselfContinue reading “She was the Story I Told Myself”

The Ritual

Jane hadn’t wanted me to come with her to the cottage at first. But I had always liked her mother. Now the old woman had died I would miss coming to see her. I came to help her clear the cottage of her mother’s belongings, so it wasn’t the happiest of times for Jane orContinue reading “The Ritual”

Songs of Loss

‘Why do you only ever sing songs of loss,’ I asked her once. Shelda looked at me through half-closed eyes. ‘Because that is all there is.’ She raised a weary hand from under the thin sheet covering us. She waved towards the window. ‘Look around.’ I nodded. I didn’t need to look around. The cityContinue reading “Songs of Loss”

The Long Times

We will never forget these times. In the years long after we have gone to the far lands those that come after us, our children’s children and their children, will remember the long times. Already we are making the dances that will show these times, and the words for the songs of this time areContinue reading “The Long Times”

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