The Perfect Ceremony of Love's RiteWhen you ask me to marry you, I won't say yes. Not at first. I'll make you wait, tease you with the possibility that I could refuse.
But you'll probably ask me somewhere I can't say no
Hilary Ayshford
Former science writer and editor turned creative writer. Love short form fiction of all kinds; don't think I have a novel in me (but never say never).
Tunbridge Wells, United Kingdom
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Selected work (42 publications)
The RetreatHe hesitates. His finger hovers then presses firmly. The screen shrinks to black, the fan breathes its last. The room is silent, the desk bare, the filing trays empty.
Snow WomanWinter is her time: time to revel in the cold, to dance on the drifts and glide on the wind. Seven long months Yuki-onna retreated with the thaw to her ice cave above the snow line. Now she returns with the first winter storm, ready to hunt, to feed.
folk horror
The Bystander EffectIt was what anyone would have done.
The woman walking ten yards ahead of me dropped to the ground. She made no effort to save herself, just face-planted straight into the pavement. People flowed round her motionless body like a river ...
short fiction