Winter was the only season we could be together. It wasn't something crazy like Persephone and Hades, it was just practical. He was a professor and she was a rock star, on tour except for winter.
Day 3: The language of flowers, pyjamas, a secret passageway. Hannah's boyfriend is dead and flowers are appearing on her porch along with notes.
Day 2 of the 30 Day Flash Fiction Challenge: "Smoke hung so thick in the library's rafters that she could read words in it."
Sophie shivered for what must have been the millionth time. It seemed she hadn’t been warm in ages; at least not since she was thrown into the dungeon nearly a year ago. She blew air through her hands; sending a small wave of warmth through them and making a cloud of hot air appear in… Continue reading Intergalactic
She walked through the store, confident in her stride and the plain clothes she wore. It had been years since she had worked here and most of her colleagues had long moved on to larger stores, or other companies. However, she knew the one she wanted most, the one she still saw on a daily… Continue reading Undercover