Wilkie Stewart
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Writer of strange little tales living in Glasgow, Scotland. A former IT professional who loves literary fiction, poetry, Eurovision, art-house film, post-crossing, and comics. Walks daily with his camera when he can. @werewegian1 on Twitter
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The Weathervane
She gripped the counter. "You don't understand what it's like," she said. She heard the mug clatter on the table and the door bang as he left. The problem wasn't just with him, she didn't really understand herself. She took the half-eaten breakfasts and emptied them in the bin for the pigs, then put the plates in the sink to soak. The windows were streaked with the rain of the last week, but she could see a glimpse of better weather somewhere, probably near the water. She clenched again at the thought of the hospital by the lake.
By Wilkie Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
The Reading
Everyone has an aura. It glows faintly around your body and displays various colours. A few are golden or white which usually means a good person. Others are green, purple or blue and these are people with troubled or complex personalities. People with problems. People looking for answers. My own aura is like this and so are those of my clients. I suspect yours is too. A few people have black or red auras. These are the people who are bad. You don't want to know these people. You want to avoid them if you can. But seeing auras is not science and some days my gift is hazy, not working well. Yesterday was one of those days.
By Wilkie Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
