Rokkoh and the Old Woman, Chapter 8

Through the dark void shines a light. A pinpoint at first, far into the eternity. With every step it grows, the pinpoint becoming a dot on a page, a fly, a child’s fist. Once its illuminance is big enough, a woman stands in the center of it. A cat’s eye, white and bright and hopeful.Continue reading “Rokkoh and the Old Woman, Chapter 8”

Rokkoh and the Princess, Chapter 8

Birds sing in the garden. The sun shines spectacular. The grass is soft under my bare feet. The breeze like the caress of a sweet kiss covers my unashamed exposed skin. Again, she sits at the little river. She has brown skin now, naked, kneeling at the water. But the scars on her back areContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Princess, Chapter 8”