Fiction: Liar

She supposes she’s sat there more than once or twice telling lies to passers-by, acting honest and innocent but she’s not too sure. It’s been a long time, drawn out by the cold and calculating way in which the world has treated her. Now she’s left to sit and suffer …

F is for Fire

I am fire. I am fire and the last heat source; the sun was muted long ago under cloud and smog and dirt and I am all that is left. Everyone around me seems to have forgotten how to make fire, all the lighters are gone, the matches. All the …