‘‘Tell me about the mermaid again, Grandpa.’’ According to her mother, Lucy tells everyone she meets about me. Just like that. She’ll just walk up and say “Hi, my name’s Lucy, and my grandpa’s Theodore Flint.” Everyone in the city knows the name, of course. They know the stories, just as she does. Captain Flint,Continue reading “The Mermaid and the Horizon”
Category Archives: Short Fiction
Song of the Magpies
It’s only when the gunfire and shouting has become distant, with the battle’s dead left to the quiet and the crows, that we make our move. Soap is first, dropping straight from his perch in the tree’s tallest branches and rolling when he lands. After a few glances around he looks back up at us.Continue reading “Song of the Magpies”