Talisman

A small wrapped parcel, covered in soot, bounced out of the fireplace. “I’ll put that back for you if you want.: Ali looked from her phone to the package on the floor. “What is it?” she asked.

Scandal

Archibald Clark spat his coffee over the computer screen.His long-suffering wife Marigold went to the kitchen for a dishcloth to clean up the mess.  “It was never a good idea for you to read the newspaper at the breakfast table when it was a paper.  It’s an even worse idea now that it’s on the net,” she said.

A Wish Come True

The little “well” was beautiful, carefully constructed from brightly-painted balsa wood, with ribbons and bows and flowers over it, in a manner only someone as artistic as Martha could have made look so elegant and beautiful. On the side was written, “To Ariana and Jack. May all your wishes come true.”

Lost and Found

People might have called Orsinius Wishlet a keptomaniac, if they had known about him. But nobody did so nobody could call him anything. Orsinius was a wisp, living on the cusp of reality and unreality, not etirely here, but certainly not completely there.

The Stopover

I got off my flight, along with 215 other passengers.  The signs to the baggage pick-up area were actually easy to follow.  I was impressed.  I’ve been all over the world and seen all kinds of airports, with greater or lesser degrees of accessibility.  This was logical, sensible and easy to access. It was the best I’d ever seen.  To find it, I only had to leave the world and go to the Moon.

Lizard

Isabelle glanced out her kitchen window and dropped the plate she was drying. Either she was hallucinating, or there was a dragon in her back yard.Dragons didn’t exist, so rationally, she must have been hallucinating.  Despite that obvious fact, she carefully stepped around the shards of shattered plate, and ran out to the back yard.

The Midnight Visitor

A story from three points of view, by Iris Carden Fanta’s Story Hello Everyone, Something happened the other night.  It was a long time after bed time, but still a long time until breakfast.  I heard a croak, and knew a frog had got into the art room. (It’s happened before.) I woke up Mum.…… Continue reading The Midnight Visitor