‘Summer Pins you’ll fall for,’ announced the email.  She often deleted them without a thought, but impulsively clicked on this one. It revealed six images, each daring to epitomise summer. Her mouse pointer dawdled over one of a bay warmed, she supposed, by late afternoon sun. It opened at her prompt and enlarged to fill Continue Reading

Jólakötturinn’s gift

‘…it flew straight into the aurora; never came out the other side.’ ‘Long title?’ ‘That’s not the title; it’s the first line of dialogue spoken by the child.’ ‘Then it should say, “said the child”.’ ‘It does.’ ‘You know… if I find you are lying…’ Jólakötturinn studied a black paw. ‘That’s the cat speaking?’ ‘Yes.’ Continue Reading