“Are you sure?” he whispered against the skin of my neck. I’d never been more sure of anything. Even if this was my first time. “Have you ever—?” He shook his head. “Never.” Our love story occurred in memories; in moments that slipped through my fingers like the sand. …It was the swirling air; …theContinue reading “So much for summer love: Flash Fiction”
It would’ve been an immensely splendid way to spend the evening, especially on a cold, softly snowing, winter’s night, if not for the ghost.
This is a short story I wrote for Neil Gaiman’s MasterClass: The Art of Storytelling. I liked it a lot, so I wanted to share it here! This is my first short story I’ve posted here, so I hope you like it. It was the First of November—the night of the burning—and Nan knew thatContinue reading “November Song”