Ilk MoorTo Be TetheredDale is leaving Lee behind to do what he must; this is their last moment before he goes, full of promises for his return.Feb 23, 2017Feb 23, 2017
Ilk MoorI am you, and you are meThe crackle of the record player with every spin of the disc hissing in the background, the muted orange lighting that bathes skin with a…Feb 9, 2017Feb 9, 2017
Ilk MoorBaggageThis room is bare now. The stripped bedding lays at the foot of the bed, the curtains sit drawn back into their ties, and the thick pine…Feb 5, 2017Feb 5, 2017
Ilk MoorTumbleIt’s late Autumn now and the wind stirs the scattering of brown, red, orange and yellow crunchy leaves, as well as his long, grey fur. It…Jan 28, 2017Jan 28, 2017
Ilk MoorDisposable | Telling Tales on WordPress.comYou thought I was disposable.Jan 27, 2017Jan 27, 2017
Ilk MoorSolitaryIt is only if you looked into the depths of the poorly lit pub that you would see him.Jul 25, 2015Jul 25, 2015
Ilk MoorAlways“Shot time,” she heard and smiled as she watched his hands appear slowly either side of her waist, a glass of sorts in each. She felt him…Jul 25, 2015Jul 25, 2015