Origami Dragons

The practical tone would have irritated if it wasn’t so edged with fear. Fear of being seen, heard, hunted. Of being haunted…


The road was dark with no streetlights but the soft glow of multiple phone screens lit up the bus’ interior…

Wishful Thinking

“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds…”


“Why him?” he asked, stopping by the edge of the doorway. He gestured at the mirrors in the thrift shop’s narrow entryway, pointed at his many reflections. “Why are you marrying him?”

Amused, she quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a serious question, or your way of telling me I could do so much better?”