Stories

Words

Magic Lessons

The boy scratched at his rough woollen robe and shifted restlessly in his chair. The old man struck him around the back of the head, "Concentrate, boy - I'm not speaking for my health you know."
Cherry

The Funeral

The sun barely peaked over the horizon when they left. The last car slowly drove away taking the last of the teary-eyed with it.

Lost

I realised I had lost it in September. I didn't find it until December, by which time she had already gone.

Reservations in the Reservation

Shitting-Dog sat outside his teepee contemplating life. Puffing on his pipe, he questioned the fairness of the world.