Play this music. Playing? Great. Now read:It is ironic that in the moment of my death, I remember everything ( Read more... )

I take apples to the shark, even if it’s not exactly, I imagine, what a shark would want. But in the way that sometimes I know what men desire above all else, I know that he wants these ( Read more... )

"Tanis ( Read more... )

The pouring rain is good for the drought, but the garden is starting to look bedraggled - it matches the knight toiling beside the house, unblocking the rain gutters ( Read more... )

I sit beside Melody's bed and hum to myself while she sleeps. The nurses look in occasionally with raised eyebrows. Once they try to usher me out with some nonsense about visiting hours but I patiently explain to them that we are not to be bothered. They leave us ( Read more... )

When I wake, I know the fountain by the hedge door needs to be cleared. It is old and broken, and it needs to be fixed. I pull on jeans and a sweater and hurry down the stairs into the gray light of dawn ( Read more... )

The shark doesn't understand me, but he certainly circles the garden often enough that I think he is trying. He drags his fingers across the shabby wooden gazebo rails, calculating the cost, what it would take to create something like this for himself, or take this one, which seems to be a greater likelihood. Whatever created him did so well: he ( Read more... )

He looks up from his book; a flash of irritation crosses his mirrored face and I wonder what I have done. "Do you know how long I have been waiting?" he asks ( Read more... )

The field behind the Garden is getting drenched in the sudden storm and the cold is seeping into my bones. I can't go back in until I finish digging up my errant bulbs, so I just dig faster. I don't like cold ( Read more... )

At the potluck, the warm boy asks me in a nervous whisper, "What should I eat ( Read more... )