Haunted House
She’d never truly noticed it, not until she heard its voice. Heard it call to her, a cacophony of noise, like each brick was the member of a choir with their own secret song.
The Opera Glasses
There was the unmistakable thwack of a harshly closed fan.
“You’re in my seat,” said Miss Lacey.
“Is that so?” replied Mr Kimble.
The sequel to Baklava
Quarantine
Monica had been in the bathroom for close to an hour. Her hands were red raw from the cheap nightclub soap. The girl in the red dress had already been to the toilet twice, but Monica had soaped, washed, rinsed and dried her hands a hundred times between her visits.
The Abduction
John had considered the possibility of life on other planets, but had agreed that it was highly unlikely. Until they had abducted him from his garden.
The Princess in the Clouds
High above the world, she slept. The SS Thorny Castle, floating high above the world with its single passenger. A girl of sixteen, fast asleep for over a century.
You could tell because airships had gone out of fashion ages ago.
Style
“Isn’t she just the epitome of style?” asked Ermentrude, gazing at the subject of her devotional. “Yes, she is rather,” agreed Amelia, though somewhat less enthusiastically.
Acts of Kindness
It was raining when Myrdia reached the cottage. Big, thick clumps of water, like the heavens had decided to spit on her. The Goddess was spitting on her, Myrdia decided. She had decided to spit on her since the pilgrimage began. From falling in the gully to getting lost in the forest, it had been a disaster from beginning to end. She rapped the door three times, hard and fast. Anyone who lived within a hundred miles of the Temple would recognise that knock.
Quilting
The kingdom was like a quilt. A patchwork of people, of places, of things. Of memories, traditions, and beliefs. All of them, like little coloured squares.
Wonderland
Leila found the rabbit hole by the great oak tree. As she approached it, it widened, and the girlish curiosity she thought she had abandoned overcame her. Ignoring her treasured tea dress, she climbed in.
Haven
When Lucy found Haven, she was absolutely rat-arsed. She’d been out all night, and then she and Michael had been fighting. Drunk, and dribbling kebab sauce down her front, she stumbled down a side street. She’d never seen that nightclub before, poking its dimly lit head out into the alleyway.
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