Undercover (200 Words)
Casey sat with all the faded dignity of a self-crowned queen, her arm resting on the back of her plastic chair, her hat set back on her forehead at a jaunty angle.
Aryn set the plate of fries and cheese in front of her with a care that was too deliberate to be ignored.
“No,” he said. “I won’t do it. I’ve already shown you too much.”
Banners Fly (107 Words)
I like to see a banner fly
Proud beneath the unfurled sky
Yet all its show can’t match the glow
In my dear’s dark and shining eye.
Seaside Song (131 Words)
Was a sailor, sailor lad
Fell into the salty brine
Hit his head and caught his legs
In seaweed thick and tough as twine.
A mermaid fair with curling hair
Saw him drowning in the deep
Cut him free and brought him low
To her coral home for sleep.
One Last Loop (185 Words)
Jane stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment. The morning air was humid, warming. It felt strange to be standing there. But after everything that had happened she had no choice but to go.
It had been quite the adventure and the revelation of a dragon living in the sewers had shaken her. She needed to move somewhere less crowded—somewhere she could at least pretend was stable.
The Remedy (99 Words)
He hadn’t wanted her to see. It was inevitable that she should. In his mind he had pictured her reaction, imagining a thousand teasing quips—“I always said you were the handsome one”—but when she came in his humor failed. He saw her shock and it brought the walls down around him.
The Clock (81 Words)
Were I the motion, hammer of the mind
I should by motion my free thought express—
And through the idle moments left in wind
Would meter action to a timed distress.
Midnight Song (53 Words)
Farewell, my friend, a new day’s come,
With midnight so must I be gone,
Like specter to his lonely grave,
Now bedward go we, saints and knaves.
One of These Days (53 Words)
One of these days
I’m gonna fall in love—
Just you wait and see.
One of these days
I’ll find something
Waiting just for me!
Mr. and Mrs. Poe (369 Words)
“I think if you are rare,” said Mrs. Poe, “you must be a criminal.”
Mr. Poe was not mollified. The truth of the matter is, compliments from loved ones are too often like pennies in the hand of a beggar. We take them for granted and dismiss them as too poor for our needs. It is a selective partiality.
Mrs. Poe got up from her chair. Pale and fragile, when she sought his face she was determined and strong.
The Intelligence Plan (679 Words)
“Miss me?” he said, and kissed her.
It was a firm kiss, soft but passionate. His hands at her elbows were not confining but relaxed. It would have been simple to translate his laxness as overconfidence, but there was something in his expression that warned Li otherwise. And she couldn’t help it—not when his glance was lost to her, not when she saw how tired he was—not when he looked as if he had read her thoughts and his heart was close to breaking.