The Dawn Party

The Dawn Party

“And you say this is noble, Germaine?” asked the guest. Count Germaine Edderington the Fourth, and last, scratched at his pale cheek. “Noble, well, er, it depends on your perspective, doesn’t it?” “Do go on.” Germaine swallowed and took a moment to take in the...
Miracles?

Miracles?

“You know, you just don’t see miracles anymore,” Don said as they followed the trail along the steep edge of the valley. Marie stopped and wiped sweat from her brow. “What are you talking about?” she asked. “Oh, just thinking out loud.” “So, what led you to that...
Frank Feeds a Fox

Frank Feeds a Fox

“How are you today, Mr Fox?” Frank asked as he arrived in the forest clearing. The fox made no move other than its regular little head tilt. It sat at the far side of the space, watching Frank — in the open but near enough to the underbrush that it could scurry away...
In The Machine

In The Machine

The artist knows what he wants to capture. The artist knows the ebb and flow of life, can feel it through his practised eye and steady hand. What a load of bullshit. I get paid for what I do. I’m a professional artist. But you know what? Every fucking time is...