A new flash fiction for the New Year. * * * * She ran fast through the city streets. The first fireworks were lighting up the sky. She found him under a floodlit bridge. He stood, hands in his pockets, gazing at the lights reflected on the flowing river. A ball of red and golden…
The tree rested on the wall. Its limbs were so tired from the centuries of walking. * * * * © 2015 M. C. Dulac A very short story – new stories based around a picture, every week.
The vampire had seen many changes over the centuries. Born a human girl on the vast plains of Hungary in the last days of the Roman empire, she had survived the age of magic and superstition, observed the revival of Gothic architecture, been present at the birth of the renaissance and celebrated the triumph of…