Torsade Literary Space 
Story: Tourmaline (part one)
Tourmaline (part one) Anton never smelled anything cook in this house. He was not sure of fellow lodgers, that they existed. In this city towers blitzed, shivered themselves to rubble, he had seen it happen. Against a sunset, a seafront sky…as pretty and exciting an entertainment as you could wish… […]
Story: Fellyans (conclusion)
Fellyans (part fourteen) For a space they ate. The broth was a honeyed-savory concoction, the bread seasoned with bergamot. They drank Finch’s elixir, feeling soporific, when Coral hauled herself straight. “And so my poor parents are Fellyans now, wandering out there alone! Vincent, what will we do to find them?” […]
Story: Fellyans (part thirteen)
Fellyans (part thirteen) Vincent looked at her, and she inched up a defiant chin until she’d met his eyes. He was sorry, she read. You stood idle while I made my bed, so now you have to let me lie on it, crossed her mind… “When did you last hear […]
Story: Fellyans (part twelve)
Fellyans (part twelve) Alma remarked, “Your husband seems not a bad sort.” No answer came. She unhooked the pot, backed from the fire, elbow-high in heavy gloves, and decided the floor was the place. Jorinda’s stew bubbled on. “Shh! Creep on in, love. Watch you don’t get too near with […]
Story: Fellyans (part eleven)
Fellyans (part eleven) “You must learn to better plan for what’s to be predicted, Mr. Dwale. You are keeping him under a spell? Otherwise, I can’t guess why you’d let a known border-jumper wander the premises.” “Well, you’re not the professional,” said Coral. “Mr. Dwale and I can’t bump the […]
Story: Fellyans (part ten)
Fellyans (part ten) “I’m glad you have money to pay them,” the elf said. And causing a plume and parchment to materialize, he wrote. “How many things altogether?” “There is only one spell, however many things.” “Madam. Under the terms of the Queen’s law, the collection cannot be broken up. […]
Story: Fellyans (part nine)
Fellyans (part nine) “No, madam, I am not to hobnob,” the elf replied. He twitched two fingers, causing a short ladder to appear below the nearest shelf. “Why, I’d thought so! The Queen’s likeness on that great tureen. ‘Interlude’ is the pattern, we have one hundred and twenty-four pieces of […]
Story: Fellyans (part eight)
Fellyans (part eight) The elf kicked, but the swan did not fly. Time passed, while the audience stared. Bede remarked, “Why must they engage in so much…” “Why! To put themselves above it all. To act as patent fools, just so we know our places well,” Vincent said. “If the […]
Story: Fellyans (part seven)
Fellyans (part seven) Bede and his visitor watched them out of view. “I’ve been holding my breath. Are those your sprites? That night you had the turnip supper at Melchior’s, Langham came home all fired to bring them on as hands, shearing time. I thought it was nonsense.” “Have I […]
Story: Fellyans (part six)
Fellyans (part six) Things, however, were not well. Prints from a pair of clogs crossed and trampled his mints, and the frame sheltering his tiny starts of fennel, chervil, and borage, lay kicked askew. “Don’t help, Gert,” he said to the kitchen dog. “I’m sorry. I’m not hopeless at gardens. […]