Fiction

Who the vagrant was (short fiction)

The sky was black when Liz woke. Still dark when she walked out of her apartment, and into the street. 'Morning, Miss Featherwise,' said her doorman, greeting her with a tip of his cap. Across the main road, in the park, light was splintering its pink hue defining the horizon into land and sky. Liz… Continue reading Who the vagrant was (short fiction)