Tag archive: Magic
Secrets are the only real magic, anymore. The only, lonely, things worth keeping. What one knows that nobody else does. What one sees as the rest blink their blind eyes behind pigeon glasses. Gaps in the clouds, cracks in the… continue reading »
“I don’t believe in coincidence.” Rose said “it’s messy and meaningless, a cosmic excuse for anything too difficult to explain.” She bit the blade of grass in half, savouring the bittergreen flavour. “Then what do you call it,” asked the… continue reading »
She paints stars in the lonely sky. Artwork by Barbara Konczarek