Kay Knighting
Bio
British writer, creative sort. Navigating a system I didn't make, and finding my own voice.
Stories (3/0)
Recognition
I always wondered if there was something wrong with me when I heard the way other people talked about chocolate cake. Some spoke with an awed, eager reverence, as though chocolate cake was the food of divine beings, a delicacy so wondrous you might be justified in forgetting everything else to obtain it. Others treated it as a given that everyone would choose chocolate cake if presented with the option.
By Kay Knighting3 years ago in Fiction
Small and unseen.
The air had the heavy, arid quality of an English Summer heatwave. Not as oppressive as a country that knew real heat, of course, but for those used to changeability in the weather, three weeks of blue sky and not one drop of moisture from it were heralds of a parched desert.
By Kay Knighting3 years ago in Fiction
