Hunger

“Do you really have to hide under that thing?”“Do you really want to carry a pile of ash back to the apartment? I’d rather not come back missing something.”Christopher laughed. It was hard not to with the way his fiance’s fingers tightened on the handle of the black umbrella. There was not a single cloudContinue reading “Hunger”

Figs

His wife had been incredibly insistent about what she wanted: a handful of plump, juicy figs. She would waste away to nothing without them. It was the pregnancy hormones talking, but he wasn’t foolish enough to suggest that. Every day he went to the markets to come home empty-handed. The native soil was not equippedContinue reading “Figs”

Desire

Remember when I talked about saving something in a bad draft? Here’s the character I mentioned! Dawkins was the best thing to come out of that failed attempt to write a short story/novella. *~*~*~* It was the perfect sort of night to have drawn the short straw for duty, Dawkins reckoned. This far out, withContinue reading “Desire”