Moss cushioned Caligo’s cheek, enveloped his arms, caressed his body and feet. Green, the moss was, and feather-soft, a more heavenly bed than any human hands could make. Deep, sweet smelling. Blood. The moss wanted blood. He would die here. Happier circumstances...
The can of spaghetti loops had expired over twenty years ago. I hefted it in my hand, considering. The weight seemed on point, and I didn’t hear any rattling. “Looks like we’ll be eating tonight,” I told Rhonda, displaying the tin can with an understated jazz hand....
I am the beast, and he is my boy. A young, cruel boy with a smashed-glass smile. We are hunting tonight, because he is hungry. There is a strip of asphalt outside the town; it is our hunting ground, straight as an arrow and black as night. We idle beneath the only...
“For the bread of God is the bread that comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” “Sir,” they said, “always give us this bread.” John 6.33-34 Sonia. Sonia. My beautiful Sonia. How I loved Sonia. How I miss her. Will you let me tell you about Sonia? Close...
When he closed his eyes, he could still see the flames. Engulfing the room from ceiling to floor, they greedily devoured the gasoline spilled on the wooden planks, cutting off his every escape, licking hungrily at his clothes. He could feel the pain, unlike anything...
I’d discovered the cemetery one day when the fence around it shimmered through the trees, tempting me closer. Every time after that, when Mama booted me outta the trailer, I headed straight to that cemetery. I sure loved how the leaves rustled around me like whispers...
Glynnis pulled her jacket on and slipped a hand into the pocket to retrieve her LEE. Fitting the device over her ear she said, “LEE, play morning commute.” LEE answered with the soft series of clicks that precede each Reverie. As she crossed the threshold of her...
I curled up in the passenger seat of my latest foster parent’s car, my head buried in my arms. Just waiting for Ella to get in the car and take me as far away from school and all traces of my latest anger outburst as fast as possible. The driver’s door clicked open...
Sandra Collins gazed up at the ship’s bow, unsure whether this was a good idea or not. Two women dressed in sailor’s garb walked by carrying a large wooden trunk between them. Multiple voices echoed across the dock causing Sandra’s nerves to raise even more. She took...
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