Author
Erin M. Hartshorn
http://www.erinmhartshorn.com/blog
The Call
I sat on the green bench watching the kids at the playground. Not mine. Never mine. But my niece and my two nephews ran up slides and jumped down stairs and raced across bridges and climbed up the outside of equipment that had surely never been meant for that. "I don't know how…
Time to Go
Sally patted her grandmother's shoulder. "It's time to go." "I don't want to. I can still be useful." Sally's grip tightened. "Now, Grandma, we've discussed this. It's the best option." Her grandmother fixed Sally with her sharp eyes. "I always said I didn't want to go to a…
Heartbeat
Ariana's heartbeat echoed the last word of the spell: dub-dub. The tugging began, as though invisible gremlins had grabbed her arm. Yara's shriek made Ariana swivel her head. Yara was being pulled in the opposite direction. Cloth ripped as the single dress with two necks was…
Essence of Truth
It was the quality of Reina's silence that first drew Sarna to her as Reina sat in the gardens outside the old palace ruins. Sarna had come to the outskirts to gather the grasses that would be used for the First Meal at the convent after the midsummer fast. Her sickle for…