The Gorgon Syndrome

Be the shadow of the sundial; the narrow valley on the stone. That's what they say to the contracted. That's what they said to me when they marked me and sent me to the garden of statues. Statues that take the form of men and women and children in various stages of unrest. Some are … Continue reading The Gorgon Syndrome

The Sword and the Ant

She sat and watched her clothes blur colors in endless cycles. All the calamities in her life that had been written out to lead her to this moment appeared in her eyes. Alone. Thirty. Washing laundry past midnight. A newspaper sat on her lap, never made it past the first article; Animal Attacks Continue. The … Continue reading The Sword and the Ant