The voice of the boy soloist’s rose above the choir, soaring to the heights of the nave, “…with love in your heart as the only song…” The boy’s eyes glanced from the score to the choirmaster. (...) Read the flash fiction on Secret Paths Story Fragments.
>Martha raked her face with her fingers, struggling to stem the flow of sweat. No matter which way she swung the craft, she couldn’t shake the pursuit... Continue reading on Secret Paths, Story Fragments.
The Favourite, a strange film that plays out in a claustrophobic world, folded in on itself, dripping with decay and decline, cloaked in stuffy air, yet run through with violence and rampant sensuality... Read more on Secret Paths Author's Notes.
She thrust the golden locks from her eyes, not trusting herself to reply. His question made sense. Why ever would a person risk forcing his way into the cottage, yet steal nothing?... (To read the rest of this short story, visit Story Fragments)