For once, Vanda was apologetic, rather than excited, about the new people she’d brought, which made Wilom apprehensive. How could this possibly be worse than Inushi? He didn’t have time to ask, though. The trip to the storage room had been the shortest one yet, and they’d barely had time to exchange more than a few words. Continue reading “Release”
Performance
Wilom tucked his notebook under his arm, partly because it was easier to carry, and partially to get rid of the temptation to get it out and start taking notes again. He felt that, at least, he ought to be able to walk around the city without needing to take notes as he went. He did more than enough writing as it was. Continue reading “Performance”
The Fortunate Soldier
Vanda collected Wilom near lunchtime. It took them less than a minute to get underground, and to the room. Rickart was the only one sitting in the common area – the others were all behind the privacy shelters. Continue reading “The Fortunate Soldier”
Ignorance is Bliss
Wilom looked blearily at his letter-paper, tapping the base of his pen on the table next to him. Continue reading “Ignorance is Bliss”
Old Friends
Wilom sat at the dining table with his coffee. He wanted to be out of the house by the time Cathlin and Jilli woke up, but he had no letters left to write and no appointments to go to. Continue reading “Old Friends”
Meetings
Wilom might have ignored the sun completely and slept away the morning if not for Vanda tapping on his window. Continue reading “Meetings”
Personal Questions
Almost as if she’d been summoned, Vanda found him the next afternoon on his way home from the farm. She hid and waited for him in an alley, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he walked past. Continue reading “Personal Questions”
Back Up
Wilom dropped his head back against the wall, just hard enough to sting. They’d taken the knife out of his bag, but left everything else. The doors were locked, and he couldn’t see who was in the cells opposite or beside him, though he doubted he was in anything more serious than a holding cell. Yet. Continue reading “Back Up”
A Visit from a Friend
The ferryman, for once, didn’t row them directly to the bank, but instead took them over towards the lighthouse. Wilom realised that the lighthouse keeper was waiting for them on the bank, holding something. Continue reading “A Visit from a Friend”
Pathways
Vanda jumped away from the cliff face as soon as she saw the boat arriving, but sulked her way into the boat. She flung herself down on a bench dramatically and held out a silver coin between two fingers. Continue reading “Pathways”
Whimsy and Metaphor 