Spring Buds — a microfic

As he bumbled over the tiny wound, she dropped the secateurs. Clumsy with roses, clumsy with words, this boy—and yet, such clever eyes. They matched the emblem on his varsity blazer. Taken by the spring, she held his finger to her lips and sucked it. His voice faded into the rustling distance. The clocktower bell … Continue reading Spring Buds — a microfic

The Rhythm and The Drum

“Shall I continue?” he asks me. But before I can answer, he starts again, firm hand pounding on stretched skin. Deep and hollow, warm, wooden sounds fill the room. And I can’t help but move, taken by the beat while I watch the snakes on his shoulders writhing, full of life. It’s in my belly, … Continue reading The Rhythm and The Drum