Painting

A bird startled her, screeching a warning as she stepped on a brittle twig, which scrunched under her foot.  She stepped backwards in alarm and brown leaves rustled as she disturbed them.  The bird flew off, wings humming against the silence. She raised her ungloved hands and pulled on herRead More →

The rodeo came through every year.  Tamsin would watch, standing on the outskirts, hiding from her father and brothers.  She would watch the horses, nostrils flaring, sweat white against their flanks, leather straps bold against their hair.  The smells assaulted her nose and her heart raced with the thrill ofRead More →