Flash Fiction: The Ghost in the Tide

The tide came in like a breath and you werenโ€™t there. No body drifting like flotsam, no skin prickled and bruise blue, no clothing soaked in sea tears or crusted with salt. Water crawled up the dark sand and kissed my toes but did not bring you home. In the distance I saw green lightning … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Rusalka

She is beautiful – all dangerous things are. But she doesnโ€™t mean to be – beautiful, or dangerous. She doesnโ€™t mean to lurk below the surface of a turbulent sea, waiting for men to appear in their ships, or out on the pier at a deadly hour. She doesnโ€™t mean to kill them, to watch … Continue reading