Witch and Spider
Whips of lightning cracked the dreary night’s fragile shell. The sea was a harridan, driving away what little warmth was left in the wind. The beastly sky rumbled. The earth
Kingdom of Lethe
“I’ve lost all my beautiful memories.” The woman who uttered those words perched on the edge of Nedra’s leather chair with all the grace of a Queen of Sheba. When
Memento Mori
Ivy arrived on the ragged edge of a storm. It was wet, wild, and humid in the Myakka boonies. At first, she simply sat there in the borrowed red Corolla,
Devious Machines
Ginger conjured a river. A cool, dark river. The bottoms of her feet tingled, slipping over smooth rock in the virtual riverbed. She lowered her body into the wetness. Frightened
Green Day
Debbie Dent wore pastel pink to work on the day the world went straight to hell. That morning she’d come by the coffee shop where I worked, batting her fake
Bargaining
Beakman showed up at dawn. He didn’t knock or call out for Else. He just stood there at her door, silently waiting for her to notice him staring at her
Tribute
Rasta man gone astray; the devout artist had adopted flesh for his canvas. Everything about him was dark, the curl of his brows, and even his countenance when he eased