Short Stories

Sitting out under the night sky with the stars above me brings my soul peace, giving me the tranquillity that allows me to think. The phases of the moon mirrors my heart's reflections.

I lifted my skirts and petticoats to make it easier for my lover. His lips disapeared from mine and he kissed my pale neck again. His hair brushing against my porcelain skin.

The colours swam in front of his eyes. The artist was crying. Tears dropped like tiny prized crystals from his eyes down his soft pale cheeks.

A man haunted by his job.

The darkness surrounds me. The silence is deafening. Once again I lie awake with no particular reason why. I long for sleep, even crave it but it eludes me time and time again.

Dearest Anne, I loved you from the first moment I set my eyes on you. You were dancing at the court pageant that my predecessor had composed for you...

The way down the rocky coastal path was so familiar to me as though I had only walked down here just yesterday. In reality it had been 27 years since...