Thursday, 4 November 2010


Look what I snagged in my hair! This fleeting apparition, trailing leather, furs and feathers.
Sadly I can keep nothing more substantial than her shadow, impaled in my heart on the spokes of pretty words.
But there is at least some solace to be had in making love to ghosts.

50-word-story by Lisa Falzon who for an inconsiderable length of time was wallowing in the despair of making love to ghosts (this edit being created 2 years later when she has wisened up)


  1. Your stories make me so happy I sigh or laugh. Thank you. You manage to be Romantic in a cynical age. Perhaps you are among the first of the earnest re-builders.

  2. :)

    I think I'm cynical and romantic in equal parts. Depends what day you catch me on..


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