Category: Fantasy

It is late summer. Late afternoon. The hill is dreaming you back.

A forest chapel slouches into moss.

The lanterns swing gently. The stalls overflow.

Crystals shimmer faintly. A little creature listens.

Look up. Way up.

The witch pours tea without asking your name.

Winter isn’t done.

It speaks, but only in riddles.

You were sure you were alone – until the coals rearranged themselves and yawned.