Honeysuckle Morning #writephoto

Honeysuckle Morning (213 Words) “I thought I might find you here.” Llwan raised his head. His mouth crooked when he saw her and he raised his flask in a half-salute. Gina sat beside him. She took the flask from his loose grip and sniffed. “Honeysuckle?” “The best.” The elf moved so she could sit besideContinue reading “Honeysuckle Morning #writephoto”

Elf at Oars

Elf at Oars (167 Words) “It’s fifteen past eleven. Where is he?” Roran met the young woman’s anxious eyes with dispassion. “It was your idea to steal the key in broad daylight,” he said. “That was wise. We cannot be hunted by the blood-drinkers at day and the human guards are not so clever. ButContinue reading “Elf at Oars”

The Green Wood Door

There are lots of doors. Writing is a door. Art is a door. One of the facets of creative work that has always fascinated me most is the ability to inspire creation. When you see really compelling artwork, you don’t just see a 2D image–you see a story–and that is the beginning of your ownContinue reading “The Green Wood Door”