Wild & Improbable Tales – Map of Days

She looked at me with earnest, curious eyes. "Where did you get them, Grandmother?" "Oh, they came from all over. From different times and places, different moments and feelings. I carved them from tears and laughter, joy and worry, time and remembering. Each is as precious to me as the last because they show I [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Dream Catcher

Your fairy tales have it all wrong. I am the Master of the Spindle and I spin not from straw but from magic. My silks are not of gold but of stardust. I spin nets to catch dreams from the night and jewels from the morning air. I spin swathes of silken lace fine enough [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Prayer

Dawn mist creeps up the valley, diffusing the gentle warmth of early day across the ochre earth. The Adhan dances from mountain to mountain, carrying softly, coaxingly through the still, sleepy air. I am a stranger in this land but it calls me still. A tender hand on my brow, my shoulder, welcoming me home. [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Play On

The record had played itself out hours ago but it spun tunelessly on. The rhythmic scratch and bump of the needle a counter point to their slow and steady breathing, whispering through the quiet dark. No words passed their lips, no flitting shadow broke their gaze. Gentle fingers on warm skin was all the language [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Unseen

He passes, unseen, through the early morning market. Cloaked in shadow, slipping between the stalls, none mark him for what he is. Only the dead eyes of the morning's catch notice that he is more than shade - but their time for talking is long gone, and so it doesn't matter. Even he doesn't know [...]