• SHORT FICTION

    Kingdom of Lethe

    “I don’t have any beautiful memories.” Nedra’s latest client leaned slightly forward with a chagrined half-smile. “It occurred to me,” the lovely woman drawled, “that shouldn’t be the case.” She was perched on the cracked edge of Nedra’s worn out leather chair with all the grace of a Queen of Sheba. Her skin wasn’t quite as dark as Nedra’s. It was more like the milky coffee that Nedra had drunk that morning to take the edge off what had apparently been a very rough night. The woman’s eyes were over-large, bright and watchful. Predatory. Small jewels traced the curves of her eyebrows. Her eyeshadow was a reddish blue, bruised-seeming hue.…