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. …
Tag: whimsy
Secret City of Roses
A friend of mine is doing a project called “Secret Chicago”, which now has a wider-ranging LJ group. They’re ultra-short vignettes that open little mind-doors of (often dark) magical realism into whatever place the writer is from or holds dear. Some places have strong existences, once you’ve lived there a while and you go past that shop that has been closed for years or take public transit daily it can start your memory reeling into possibilities of whys and what ifs. Secret Cities is a fascinating project, expanding pocket worlds…
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…