Other Fiction

Love I'm told is in the air, Yet such a thing I cannot see, Perhaps I'm looking up not down, Or simply waywardly.

The happiest I've ever been, That's a day I won't forget, I saw your smile and all the while, On the first day that we met.

He knew, The Snowflake Collector, that snowflakes had many dimensions – seven at least he could think of, but probably more – and he could see these dimensions clearly and distinctly in his mind’s eye even though he knew he would never be able to see them with his physical eye, nor represent them visually, nor show them to Yanosh, or anyone else.

Hamish Mansoorian had out- manoeuvred me and everyone else far more times than I could recall. But this...