No one called it murder. I suppose that’s what I remember most. They all went out of their way to avoid words that could’ve implied prior humanity, like “dead” or “body.” The incident report, which […]
Category: Fiction
A hull of words we secrete constantly
The dangers of life without death are avoided — they say — for ever. Not because from the mud of the boiling swamps the first clot of undivided life cannot again emerge, but because we […]
(Fiction) The Bone Labyrinth
“Well, there’s only two reasons people come here.” He held up one finger. “Something bad.” He held up a second finger. “Something worse.” “Worse, huh? So why drive out the day before just to turn […]
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
(Fiction) A Little Strange
I walked out and down the concrete steps and found my companion sitting on a curb across the parking lot. Her hand propped up her chin, like the famous statue. She didn’t look at me. […]
(Fiction) The Goliath of Guyana
It was a protest, or what passed for one in Georgetown. Xana watched from the cover of shade as the reporter, the American, left the crowd loitering in front of Royal House and trotted across […]
(Fiction) The Disemboweler
The Disemboweler stroked the child’s head and smiled from under his severed mask. He had cut it in an arc under the cheeks to reveal his mouth and the tip of his nose. It obscured […]
