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…

The Christian War

I really need to learn to stop telling people that I’m Palestinian. It invariably creates questions and conversations at times when I’d much rather just be reading while waiting for the bus or train. Do real Jewish people get asked by strangers with unsettling regularity for confirmation of their stereotypical genetic markers? I have never had someone react quite the way a woman at my morning bus stop did last Monday, however. Here, let me set it up: Every workday I walk from home in the old residential area of…

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…