A Good Night to Drown

She waits on the wrong side of the barrier next to the water, leaning against the worn wood. The clouds churn dark grey above her, bleeding into black at the edges where the night is falling. It might rain, it might not. Either way it’ll be dark and cold. The water smacks at the docks…

Your Beautiful Angel Spice Girl

Margaret didn’t go to clubs. She didn’t go by ‘Peggy’, either. Hadn’t ever, in fact, though ‘Maggie’ had been tried a few times. ‘Marge’. ‘Meg’, even. They all slid off like water. Margaret wasn’t the sort of person to whom things stuck. Though, she thought with a vague internal sigh as she gazed at her…