“No, it still doesn’t feel like Amsterdam.” Evi knows that Dirk can’t see her giving him the finger, but she gives it to him anyway. “It’s not… Read more “What’s in a feeling?”
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Black Teeth
The elevator jammed between the third and fourth floor. The walls shuddered as the cables ground to a halt, and there was a brief flash of darkness… Read more “Black Teeth”
Be Ready
The crack of wood splitting made me freeze on the stairway, my foot half raised, clinging to the banister. It was the sort of sound that seemed… Read more “Be Ready”
Caleb and the Snake
“I only let you out because I feel sorry for you.”
“Why would you feel s-bad for me?”
“You don’t have any arms!”
The Proposal
There’s blood on my shoes. Warm, brown blood drying with every second into a crusty sheen. It’s unattractive. Bloody shoe-prints trail the linoleum in pairs – one,… Read more “The Proposal”
