Kathleen is an emerging multi-genre and flash fiction Canadian author focusing on thrillers & gothic fiction. She hosts the badasswriters podcast and is very active in the Twitter writing community @kfoxx_writes.
My teacup is old—the kind of dainty bone china that collects dust in the cabinets of grandmothers. Five small blue roses wrap around the cup, and a small, gold-painted handle curls and wisps as if penned with a calligrapher’s quill. The type of handle that forces you to hold your pinky finger out because there’s nowhere else to put it. It’s late spring, and the warm breeze nudges its soft lips across the lilacs and blows their sweetness over me as I sit in the garden. I welcome the favoured fragrance, covering me in a thin veil, distancing my mind from the present. If nostalgia had a smell, lilacs would be it.
The Witch of Wellfleet
Every morning she waited at the window for his return. The view would be spectacular, were it not for the ominous clouds ever threatening rain. She splayed her palm against the cold window, willing him to come, but a constant melancholy hung over her, and her powers grew weak and useless. A vibration plunged under her skin as the wind waged war against the petty wooden structure. She removed her hand.