Roquita’s catch

Advisory: This excerpt from my work in progress contains mature, albeit biologically fictional themes.  Roquita the flower maiden crept through the forest after dawn with her mother’s catch bag slung over her shoulder. The precious glass vials clinked as she made her way towards the river and Jym the River Dweller. Her parents would be awake … Continue reading Roquita’s catch


Pollination Day

The Flower King’s deputy Michael approached. “Sir, the lookout has spotted the entourage.” The King did not need Michael’s confirmation. He could sense it in his petals. She was close. The year since he had seen the Queen Bee had seemed the longest ever and he yearned for her. “Thank you, Michael. I see the … Continue reading Pollination Day


It had been so long since Adolfo had been brought to the floating prison, he barely remembered the revolutionary impulses that had led to his capture. He remembered the girl, though. She’d had the heart and tongue of a poet. They still made songs about her, he knew from the more recent inmates, who sang … Continue reading Prisoner

Where did the pets go?

Jeremy's mother was talking to Mrs. Marsden about the neighborhood pets that had turned up with their throats cut. Jeremy held close to his rabbit Gunther as he crept upstairs. Although for once he was interested in their conversation, he wanted to take this chance to sneak into his parents’ bedroom. His dad stored the … Continue reading Where did the pets go?