Emma Wilson Fiction

"There was a fairy ring—a small circle of mushrooms—at the bottom of Claire’s garden..."

"I ask for tea and he hands me a polystyrene cup. A teabag bobs gently in the milky liquid within..."

"I let the call from my wife go to voicemail..."

"The cabin was perfect. A stable wooden frame..."

"I found the advertisement for monster repellent in a magazine..."

"The old man opened his thesaurus to its one dog-eared page and the words he'd circled in crayon when he was just a kid..."

"Twigs snap underfoot. Brambles claw at my ankles..."