There was no sound. The rush of wind whistling through the short grass and stems of lichen and moss held no vibration - lost to time by a wish.

She had bade the loss of sound in order to hear for the babe - a whisper, or whine travel over the tundra, small movement within the still.

Her own body singed with desire, taught against her own thoughts. Without sound, as though thrust on a foreign wo...

The old oak door opened easily, unlocked and on greased hinges. She poked her head in.

‘Hello? Ester?’

The house was small and dark with the muted sound of rain hitting the sod roof. She shook as much water as possible from her cloak then stepped inside.

‘Ester? It’s Ashley, your apprentice.’

She glanced about the cold, dark room. No fire in the hearth and a stillness born from a place that ...

He looked at the door to his apartment - paint peeling, scuff marks at the base and doorframe. Repainting the door would accomplish little but his moral. There was no time, there would never be time.

He couldn’t sleep. He never felt he could sleep. The soulful rest would not come.

Oh, he would sleep, but in his dreams no rest would come.

Entering the apartment he dropped the bags covering him...

I sat with the group of elders, musing amongst themselves about the timeframe of our stay.

The solar flare had been far larger than anticipated and many had grabbed little before coming to the evacuation caves. Supplies were sufficient but it was a point of anxiety.

I listened, watching the faces with the low light available.

‘Should be no more than a week.’ Notes of concern etched in hi...