Darkroom

A silhouette working away in dim light: Busy fingers, busy mind. Small sheets – blank Polaroids – falling like angels from the wooden desk. A pinching stink of chemicals scurrying in the air.… Continue reading →

The End

Noah waited impatiently on the mouth of a glowing abyss in a dark carve. Time ticked away knowingly, every click of the seconds hand on his wristwatch making humanity edge closer to the… Continue reading →

Dead Fish

A hundred moons after, Frida lost patience. The goldfish rotted in the bird cage and clumps of her own dark hair were captured into a makeshift curtain. She plucked tiny yellow feathers from… Continue reading →