Posts by Claire Loader
"William"
"William"

Death comes biting, gnawing, raking. Death comes sweeping, flying, forsaking. And then Death comes slinking, stealing and sneaking. Around the back door, silently in the sultry grey of a spring evening, not a flower or fly disturbed, hardly even the figure now before him aware of his lurking presence.

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Claire Loader
"Four Past Twelve"
"Four Past Twelve"

“I come to you in vanity,” she said, her gaze soft as she slowly studied him, the lines around his mouth, the thin sheet of grey stubble that clung sharply to his face.

He didn’t care why she came, only that she did.

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Claire Loader