A Tough One
She wasn’t exactly pretty. Attractive, yes. Intriguing, sure. Some — most — might even say beautiful. But pretty? There lay a kind of hardness in her features, making it difficult to connect her to terms such as “cute” or “twee”.
I would call her Rho, for her real name was of no consequence anymore. ρ, the sixteenth letter of the Greek alphabet. Or, minding that it was to be a proper name, the capital form: P. Continue reading
Screams of my Mistress
with special thanks to Polly Plummer
A glass of lemonade! Nina’s eyes flew open, fixing the cool patterns of moonlight reflected from hidden smooth surfaces onto the ceiling of her bedroom. The urge had come suddenly, and it had come strong! Half a glass, no more. That would be sufficient. Orange flavour.
She looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table:
Surely Mistress Selene would not be around the ground floor anymore. Continue reading