A Winter’s Challenge

The mid-December wind Tears down the last leaves Blasted boughs circle the skies Like wild weather vanes, The ivy trembles. Amidst the ramparts Decks a forest miniature Where the prickling holly Shines aquifolium locks On berries vermillion. A wight watches With eyes red as blood Verdant beard and...

Charlemagne and Florent

This is what happened to les deux bretons before I met them, back in the 70s when they were boys in Vannes. One was abandoned at nineteen months (no one knows why, or by whom), the other orphaned by a car wreck at age three. I should say he was orphaned in a car wreck, strapped to a safety seat in...

Pied

Only a fool would agree to work for fairies. They are unpredictable, dangerous, and really, really annoying. Which meant that I felt like the king of fools. Not that I volunteered to help one. The Royal Council made that decision for me. But that didn’t change the fact that I was expected to find...

Waiting for Yesterday

The signs had all indicated he would come here, and so she waited. She haunted hospital nurseries and sun-dappled playgrounds, watched the children come and grow, the swaddled babies age and die. She searched their eyes, eyes in all the colors of humanity, but none were his. As the years passed a...