In 2017 I participated in the
12 Short Stories in 12 Months challenge run by
Writers Write. I am currently creating Illustrations for each story and will be
releasing them gradually throughout
2018.


The List Square

The List
Thell arched her wings too late. The slight updraft that should have slowed her fall didn’t come. Her feet
smacked into the
rough brick and she flung forward. She threw her hands out, pumped her wings furiously, and grappled with her
boots
for solid purchase.

A New Life

A New Life
Lucy lived her life on gut feel and a creative budget. She was no stranger to unusual rental arrangements, old
buildings
and dirt, but this? This was a new low. She ran a finger against the wall, pushing grime aside to reveal a
small
trace of the faded wallpaper below. It might have been roses once, Lucy wasn’t sure.

Park Date

Park Date
Donna curled her fingers over the handle bar and pushed, her knuckles white against wrinkled skin. She heaved
with all the
strength her eighty-three-year-old body could muster. The shopping trolley groaned, but it remained rooted to
the
sidewalk.“Oh bugger that!”

Buhle

Buhle
Buhle dipped her oar into the Lagoon. Ripples spread out across the surface, distorting the once prosperous
city that lay
beneath the water. It had been called Cape Town, but that was before the ocean invaded the land, before the
world
went mad and before humankind changed…

Return

Return
Dust lay thick on the furniture. Spots of sun leaked through the worn curtains. Somewhere, a rodent skittered
away on clawed
feet. Kayla stood in the middle of the living room and sighed. She wasn’t sure why she had come. She had given
so
many years to this place, to the waiting.

Break

Break
Chantal pushed up from the padded gym floor and sucked deeply against her mouth guard. She ran her tongue
against the front of it. The plastic device was smooth, but bulky. It pushed on her upper lip and forced it
into a pout. No you can’t pout with your top lip. This was an overbite.

The Dress

The Dress
The dress was torture. Lace dug into flesh. Satin coiled, a slow compression from waist to throat. Below,
swaths of pallid pink crested atop roiling waves. Raega was drowning. She tried to remain steady, eyes fixed on
the mirrored wall before her, but she was drowning and today she could not hide it.
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