These three little stories were first published in Leon Literary. https://leonliteraryreview.com/eirene-gentle-madelaine/
Category: Flash
A little god on a cold morning, dreaming
A tiny bubble first published in Ink in Thirds, March 2025.
Flower tongue
https://inksweatandtears.co.uk/eirene-gentle Daffodils hate being shoved in corners. When forced they emit a peculiar scent, part butter, part ulcer. I wear yellow shoes because I don’t like corners either but I am frequently left in them, and so I exude a peculiar smell. You sense it even from outside and I feel you hesitate and turn… Continue reading Flower tongue
How do they Sing and Tornado has the last dance
The calls of their last days and hours reverberate endlessly through the buildings and trees, carried on the wings of any buzzing thing that survives the heat. I am sometimes beak and sometimes claw, sometimes two legs like the fallen
Violet
No one warned me of this thirst. Your throat bulges like a baby bird, my chin is streaked red and there’s no one to feed us. https://www.roifaineantpress.com/post/because-we-don-t-know-how-to-lose-violet-by-eirene-gentle
Because we don’t know how to lose
Happy endings
Did you ache to bear sorrow for me? You should have taken it with you then. I never asked you to carry me, I break enough things. Just a place to crawl into, like the space between breaths. The luxury of quiet outside contusion. The tang of pine in the sound after thunder.
That stupid song
Happy to see this out in the world, thank you, @publishedbyjake
Crash
He drives away again, always again. Me at the window, waving. Good girls wave at windows to show love. Words streak like tears, like ache, like why. Why does he go? Work, she says. To buy you shoes, she says, and complains he doesn’t give her enough to pay for them. Soon she’ll fade into… Continue reading Crash