Category Archives: portraits
For days after their first bite of the wonderful fire-hot pizza, Gaia’s and Julia’s mouths felt sore and numb. As hot as it was, how could the girls not eat it right away?
Back to the Smyth Island at dusk, quite before most blacksmiths had awaken, Cillian walked quietly into a back-alley. He tried a few doors until he found one open leading to a backyard full of scrap metal.
Cillian looked at people with such an intensity that most averted their eyes from him. He looked at their hands, their fingers, their fingernails; any wrinkle, stain or cut told him a story. Such obsession with looking did not escape most
The woman came back with a smile, a freshly baked Plier cake held between her hands. As Cillian looked at the cake, its smell filled the whole shop. He smiled and watched her wrap the cake in a sheet of white paper and
Clunk. Cillian collected the coin from the wooden surface, his fingers running over its surface in his pocket. He thanked the woman and left the store. After a few steps he turned back and entered the store again. I think
Carina watched Mara when she walked in Olivolo Castle’s gardens. Carina lived in a stone annex to the Castle which had a grated window opened inside the Castle’s walls, covered year round by Ivy. Carina spent hours looking through the window
The Olivolo Castle was built on a rise of the natural seabed that allowed it to dominate what was around. Olivolo Island did not grant permits to build anything higher than the outer walls of the castle, nor anything adjacent to the facade of