“We require the Tirani correspondence from the archives. Do not open it. Do not read it. Bring it to us.” The instruction came from the fax machine line by line, accompanied by toneless buzzing. M. watched the paper, searching for a way to escape this assignment, but there was none. The instruction was in writing,…

“Shadows rushed along the sewer walls and turned them into a kaleidoscope of black. ‘I saw my future in a shard of glass.” The scavenger slogged through the runoff, his ghost-light hovering before him. “Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety.'” Published in: Fantasy Shorts, June  2020

“Three men met on the street to the city, and they all came from nowhere. The street was abandoned, littered with car wrecks over which the wind threw yellow dust. Desert sand, carried here from the south to cover the city’s cadaver like a shroud.” Published in: Kyanite Press, Vol. 2, Issue 3 (May 2020)

“We require the Tirani correspondence from the archives. Do not open it. Do not read it. Bring it to us.” The instruction came from the fax machine line by line, accompanied by toneless buzzing. M. watched the paper, searching for a way to escape this assignment, but there was none. The instruction was in writing,…

“Absence of light played over life-sized strawmen and creaking shelves. A door flew open, a fugitive rushed in from the street, candles flickered violently. ‘You must help me!’ The shopkeeper looked up behind her counter: ‘Must I?'” Published in: Fantasy Shorts (April 2020)  

“The Mountains of Oblivion grew higher at the horizon with every passing hour, and ironically, they might have been the only thing that one couldn’t forget in this desert made of snow. / The leaves and branches slapped him, scratching his skin with raw nails and, where he was covered with oiled leather or rusting…