Dedicated to my little sister.
Listen to audio narration by N. MacCameron on SoundCloud.
Hagovi wrapped her slender fingers around her mother’s razor-edged shins and pressed down. The hard floor grazed her knees and bent her toes until they ached. She longed to unbend and wiggle them.
Father embraced Mother…
Dear Sasha,
Everything is growing around here at the rate of the sun rise back home. Here, the light grows very slowly through the dawn, not like the sudden change where you are, and Wow! Green, green green like the brown never existed.
The children come home from school and…
The sand shifted beneath Hagovi’s feet. Her ankles and knees ached with constantly adjusting to a new shape beneath her soles. Her hips ached with sudden jarring when she hit a rocky patch. …
“How do I know you really found him?” Hagovi jabbed her fork into a full plate of starinis leaves and eipqrjn roots. They were fresh and luscious and part of her cried out for the squish and crunch between her molars.
Dried leaves fell from the ceiling but Daar’a had…
Hagovi ripped off the mask and leaped off the bed onto hard grey floor. She staggered, ricocheted off a cabinet, and collided with a machine.
“Just a precaution.” The Professor — no, Darstle — grabbed her from behind.
Hagovi bent double, to get away from him and because the room…
Glenae spread her iridescent wings to glide through the early morning lake vapour. She dipped her toes in the mirror surface and twirled filigree messages to herself.
Awareness of a more ancient magic slowed her trails. Part of the hill cradling the lake moved and Glenae drifted nearer.
“You’re new…
I was new on Medium. Words on the Wing was my spring board toward a delightful collection of flash fiction publications that put up prompts.
With all the characters in my head, I have at least ten stories available for birth at any one time. …
Dear Sasha,
This time I will just describe the house. I know you are really interested.
We have a driveway now and a garage. There used to be a cat in there but it is long gone. There is a large area of grass in front of the house where…
Ann adjusted her video equipment on her Gran’s window ledge. In the last few days, she had peeked behind the veil of dementia by playing music from a movie they had watched a hundred times together. She also played a recording of Gran reading Winnie the Pooh.
Ann remembered sitting…
Within steps of the hut she realised a fuller truth of her vulnerability outside. She lost sight of the structure and knew she would never find it again. With intentional strides, she forced herself into the throat of the wind from the Barrier. …
