Morningstar (part 1)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Allenie took a practice swing with the mace and wondered again if the whole thing was going to be worth it.  Shaking off her doubt, she turned to the shopkeeper. “Have you got anything I can test it with?”  Oily with smiles, he directed Allenie to a back room hung full of carcases.  Idly twirling the mace she strolled between bodies, looking for a target.  She called over her shoulder.  “Any prime rib you want me to leave…

It’s The Little Things

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Ellis fidgeted at her desk, trying to concentrate on her report.  Touch-typing, she watched the door of the break room while keying out familiar phrases. “Inventory ordered automatically, acknowledged and charged to company following S.O.P. for . . . .” There, Doyle was finally going to lunch.  Empty tea mug in hand, he sauntered through the swinging door.  Ellis continued typing, fingers firm on the keys. “When received, stock was found to be a mis-ship.  The supplier’s packing…

In Search For The King

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. They could follow the stag’s path with infrared and sonic trackers.  Spy eyes ran regular sweeps, sending data of what little movement filtered through the dense forest.  Nonetheless, they had yet to come within an arrow’s distance of the animal.  There was considerable worry, bordering on panic, in the upper levels of the administration.  Everything had been tried, and it kept eluding them. The newly-wed, newly-widowed queen was distraught.  If there had been an argument that precipitated the…

The Devil’s Music

The two girls, even if they’d saved their pin money for months, couldn’t have afforded the box seats.  Elaine—the oldest of the two, having just turned seventeen—turned to their chaperone and benefactor, her grey eyes shining.  “Oh Doña Absalom, thank you again for bringing us with you. I think Gillian and I will be grateful to you absolutely until the end of time.”  The older girl applied a gentle elbow to the ribs of her friend, bringing Gillian’s awestruck gaze from the opera hall to the bemused carmine smile of…

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…