Monthly Archives: July 2015

The Rose

Some years ago, the gardener chose me over the others. She carefully tended me and planted me in the center of her garden. And for my part, I flourished. In return, I yielded large fragrant blooms. Continue reading The Rose

Out of the Corner

Benedict regretted the end of the chase. His quarry had run far and hidden well. Addicted to this reality, the challenge of his bloodsport, he focused instead on being rich.

He hopped the excrement-filled gutter, his pulse quickening. Ōschi. The rusted door shouldered aside, he drew his blade. Continue reading Out of the Corner