Of fire and will: a letter for Lyra
Lyra is a thousand million types of wonderful. She’s wilful. She’s fierce. She’s a firebrand. She’s on fire. She is luminescent and wild.
Recalling the yabby
Seeing that word gave me an immediate tap into a distinct childhood memory. A good tale, because, like so many good yarns, it’s tinged with a faint hue of horror.
Dear Mister Asimov – a memory
This is for you, Mister Asimov. This is my unwritten letter. With the warmest of affection and the greatest of admiration.
Dear librarian
I don’t know her name. Oh, how I wish I did. I would hunt her down, hold her in my arms and pepper her forehead with the gentlest of kisses.