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As a child, I saw you dressed as Prince Charming, holding the glass slipper that I hoped would fit. You lost your sight while your mad wife burned the house down. Later you composed symphonies you could only hear in your head — I played your music, wrote you poems, and cried under a vague… Continue reading Saved
#4: Prompt for today: The anonymous note said: Meet me in the abandoned car park. Write a 200-word dialogue for the conversation that unfolds in the car park ‘Hey! Who’s there?’ ‘So, you came. I knew you would. Don’t be scared, come closer. There’s no one else.’ ‘Boss? Is that you? What do you want?’ ‘Always… Continue reading Surprise!
‘The bandages would go off in a week,’ you say. I don’t know your voice yet, but I know how to trust it. It reverberates in me, in that forgotten place kept for new love. New love, at fifty-six? ‘Just rest for now, all right?’ It’s a musical voice, a baritone? No, brighter, a velvety… Continue reading First Date
It isn’t hard to imagine it. Find any forest with thick-trunked threes, any shafts of light slicing through the canopy, and cicadas’ sound needles piercing the air. A scent of wet soil, a velvet of moss at your fingertips, and the wind swirling whispers around you from beyond. Not the dark beyond, no one’s died,… Continue reading The Wish
The headache hits him like a steel truck smashing his skull into shards. His brain is about to explode. What happened last night? Where’s Natasha? Tobias opens his eyes. Slim neon burns through his vision, a glistening tube coming off his face leads to somewhere. Low beeps, hum; swoosh-hiss, swoosh-hiss, like he’s inside a machine.… Continue reading Where is Natasha
Rostislava Pankova-Karadjova 