Date

They’d only just ordered drinks and already Birch was swearing she’d never go on a blind date again.  Dammit, she really should have known better. Aster was always trying to set her up with minor heroes so the dryad would leave her six brothers alone.  Birch sighed, thinking about the youngest, the one who still had that swan’s wing.  How great would that be in bed, those soft feathers trailing up— “Tough choices, huh?”  The melodic voice broke into Birch’s daydream.  Right.  She still had to get through this date. …

5 Cities: Johnnie

Johnnie stood in his garden and tried to see the hills. The fog was up, making the western boundary a towering dark smear in a light grey wall. Between him and the hills were a hell of a lot of other buildings, but his family’s place was taller than most and the hulking view from the rooftop garden was good—in better weather. Ignoring the misting damp, Johnnie sat, straddling a bench. Though the garden was food-producing enough to justify their solar voucher, it was mostly ornamental. Greenery swarmed in arbours…

5 Cities: The Thousand Gardens

There were more than a thousand gardens, of course.  The place that became the Five Cities was built on the skeleton of a forest and haunted by its fecund past.  It was lush with a flamboyant excess of greenspace, laid out and continually added to in an attempt to appease the leafy fates.  But such stately verdance was proved a pale shade once dame nature had room to stretch. The Five Cities gave her that, tearing up asphalt to get to the dirt, handing out flyers about rooftop gardens, letting…

5 Cities: Bliss

Bliss was pretty goddamn bored.  She was pretty fucking bored.  She was goddamned, fucking bored because she’d recently learned how cool it was to swear and her parents had moved the family to the Five Cities.  It wasn’t just that they’d left the East, where she had perfectly good friends, but they’d moved to the stupid, shitting, Bridge, of all places. “We’re getting in on the ground floor, ha, ha,” her dad said.  And continued to say.  Bliss wanted to think her mom was secretly on her side, but ever…

My monthly dose of crazy (more pleasant this time)

    When I’m at home alone I’m rather careless about where I kick off my shoes. I figure, if I trip over them, it’s my own damn fault. So when the front door eased open a few inches before hitting my little Miami Vice slip-ons, my first thought was, “Oh shit, Chase is trying to come in and I’m an ass.” But instead of barrelling though and pushing them aside, the door suddenly jerked closed and I heard a lady stranger’s voice.     “Oh.”     Our building is the result…