A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 4

Amalie…Amalie! Light returned in a concussion of noise, confused vision crackling to life behind tired eyelids. The wavering talk of people close by was muffled and made Amelie feel as though among friends. There was laughter; smells of lamp oil and frying fat intertwined with the humid air; a vague sweetness settled underneath her awakening … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 4 →

A Place of Fog and Morning: Part 1

The echo of static, noise, light. And so, it was as it had ever been. A quiet town that had forgotten that sun lay below as dark clouds coiled endlessly across the coastline. A heavy grey seafoam lapped against the wood covered beach in languid pall as the grey rock of the harbour stood next to … Continue reading A Place of Fog and Morning: Part 1 →

Morning’s melody

‘Controller to station 32, come in 32’ Control repeated the radio call another time in hopes that 32 would pick up. He never did. Sitting on the roof, and distantly staring at the lazy cloud mass drifting overhead, the operator of station 32 had heard the call but wasn’t planning on responding anytime soon.It was … Continue reading Morning’s melody →