It’s Saint Hook’s Eve, but this year nobody from my village has brought gifts. I am the only one on the beach. The only one watching the light-house where the Sisters once hived, the broken pale rock of it. I told Papa I’d be back in an hour, pretending to myself and him that I’m […]

Two figures are on screen. The first is an older man, thick-set in a linen jacket and chinos, prominent chin beneath a sardonically angled mouth and thick grey hair combed horizontal across his scalp. He sits in a cavernous armchair on the left of the camera shot. The other, facing him, is a woman, at […]

The broker knew it was going to be that kind of Lunday morning when the duchess was chattering away before she’d even gotten her wide skirts through the shop doorway. There was an upcoming event at the castle, the duchess declared while shaking dust from her hem, so very rare and so very important that […]

When they turned onto the narrow track leading to the cottage, Mary felt an odd lurching sensation within her chest, as if her heart had shuddered, or perhaps stuttered on a single beat. “There it is,” said Tom. “Just up ahead.” She peered through the windscreen, squinting her eyes against the oncoming twilight, and just […]

i. He visited me in the night, carrying his head. Dead men would sometimes visit the city this way. I had known this could happen with the executed, but I could not bring myself to accept the visitation. Yet there he was, in my apartment: holding his severed head just above the waist, eyes open […]

We always died before turning twelve. Then we returned to the afterlife, lived briefly, and became flame souls again, reborn only to repeat the cycle of dying. We wore skin and moved like ordinary humans, but we are not like other children. We are Abikus, spirits of the dead who visit the living. Mist that […]

Guilt and blossom chase me along the mausoleum path. The guilt because I’m late, but not only that. Coming here makes me realise how badly I’ve neglected a friendship. The blossom sticks to my shoes, already fringed with brown corruption before it left the tree. It’s been too long since I last saw Abigail Goudy. […]

For sale: one-of-a-kind secluded home in nice family neighborhood. private drive. inquire wilson realty, 432-6600. Beatrice knew she would buy the house before she saw it, even before she knew the price. In a tough real estate market, people bought properties as-is, regardless of the home inspection report. They wanted entry into the cycle of […]

What I saw and how I saw it: As if through a cracked piece of sea-glass, worn to kaleidoscope etching, all lights forming haloes and all darknesses eddying like some fungal sea. Through dry and bleeding eyes. At a distance, through the mind’s dirty windshield. In shreds and patches, drips and drabs, bits and snatches. […]

“Awa, did you see this?” My sister is holding out her phone for me to read. There are streaks of brown henna, which she has been trying to apply in preparation for a friend’s wedding, on the cracked screen. Kana refused my help, saying my hands were too clumsy for the intricate, precise patterns she […]