Written during my postgraduate degree as a way to better connect with “Fodder” a character from my novel’s prologue. I never changed the title, but somehow, even to this day it seems fitting.

This is the morning before disaster; the last morning he spent in the company of the ones he loves the most.

Start and end with the same phrase, and this short story starts and ends with a job still unfinished.

This piece contains explicit language.

Travelling far, Lissa has found herself in another tavern and once again has found herself being refused service. Though that is never an issue. What is an issue is when the only available seat is at the table of a rather forward feline.

Perhaps the future opening to something longer, this prelude introduces the two central characters with the main narrator following the perspective of the young witch, Lissa.