Category Archives: Flash

I can’t seem to find a good home for this little one, so I’m putting it up here… Pepe Julio makes birds in his workshop, powered by the mountain wind. The first bird he made was a parrot, because he … Continue reading →

I was twelve the first time Da let me stay up for the bells. That was the year Grandad died and left him the cottage by the sea in Applecross, so we had Hogmanay up there, just him and me … Continue reading →

Mum says I was born broken. That was how she found me: a bruised bundle in a pile of old rags left under a footbridge. I cried for the first two years, she said. I don’t remember that. But my … Continue reading →

Vari stands at the edge of the clearing. Her bow is drawn. In the snow by her feet is a spot of blood. Behind her, in the shelter of the pines a wolf, a young male, cowers. The winter sun … Continue reading →

The walls of Greenlaw had been built, neither to keep strangers out, nor townsfolk in, but to remind locals and visitors alike that here was a boundary, the crossing of which implied a sort of change. Outside the wall, nature’s … Continue reading →