The red regret. A vampire drabble.

As occasionally happens with the curious creatures of the night that I meet along the road, they do sometimes return. Surprisingly, Rihan wasn’t gone for very long at all. Only a breath, only a moment, and she returned in a flicker of light and shadow with another small chapter toΒ her life, a glimpse intoΒ her mind…

The red rain. A vampire drabble.

It’s Friday!!! Yes! Okay, and a little gift for you, just a little one, 100 words of drabble to tease your senses. Literally, a bite sized tale. I hope you enjoy it. The red rain. J R Manawa. In the crowd, Rihan stood. She raised her hands in darkness to the ceiling and closed her…

ο»ΏWarnings for the year ahead. A gothic thought.

Starting the year off as I mean to continue….by inflicting upon you, or sharing with you (depending on your opinions) the beauty of the world as I see it. I took this photo quite a few years ago in the #catacombs beneath Paris. On this particular visit, my sister Sarah and I were mostly alone…