The Gremlin
'The Gremlin' was one of my first experiments into magical realism within prose. It didn't take me long to decide that I preferred to use poetry as a medium for such genres, but it was interesting to have a practise anyway. - - - - - - - It had been a while since she’d last been in the garden; the grass had grown a good three inches, and the rhododendrons had come out in full bloom, their small, flat petals acknowledging her with a surprised wave as she crossed the lawn. She liked to think they were happy to see her. She crouched down low besides the lavender and muttered a quiet greeting, though it stubbornly remained silent in response. A swift gust of wind blew and she became aware of a sharp, foul smell transmitting from the corner of the garden. She walked through the grass, following the trail of the scent, her trainers disturbing the dew that had settled there overnight. She discovered on arrival that the neighbor’s dog had once again claimed this spot as h...
