Sticks and stones

Imelda did not want to get up. Three of her rock-people friends were going into town. They were always so busy, so willing to lug their great mass through space. Roland was the biggest and most active, and his boulder chest and head were smooth from knocking against walls and rolling down hills. He liked … Continue reading Sticks and stones


The Grove of Bitter Dew

“Are you ever going to turn around?,” she asked, and, as before was greeted with silence. “You should see what I’m doing right now. I’ve got plants on my head,,” she said. “They are balanced perfectly, it’s really a sight.” His head cocked slightly. Had she not been staring she would have missed it. “And … Continue reading The Grove of Bitter Dew