Short Story Sunday: Stoking the Fire

"But, how do you know? How can you tell?" Rita waved her hands as she spoke.

Delia smiled. "A person's face says a lot about them."

"Then I had better start buying more expensive moisturiser."

Short Story Sunday: Falling

Years later, when Anna recalled the blast of air from the train pushing Klaus closer to her body as they kissed on the platform at Markisches Museum, she would smile. In that moment she'd thought there was a rekindling of something between them; that, like Vesuvius, something was about to erupt after years of being dormant.