Tag: friday fictioneers

No one came

She woke up in a panic. She had dreamt that he was gone. That he was no longer here to help soothe her nerves. To help ease her toothaches. To help her walk across all of life’s platforms. She ran her hand through her hair and worked out […]

Let’s get to work

There’s always a face in the crowd. There’s always a way. There’s always a need to find the truth. Didn’t matter how much she wanted to bury it deep into the recesses of her brain. The hunger was there. She took the safety pin and threaded her arm. […]

Fly away, find the crumb

Everything old is new and everything new is old. Her life was filled with vintage items. She was a collecter. It filled her with happiness and a sense of history. It provided her with roots. Or a semblance thereof. She looked at the spoon and reflected on how […]