WIP

The water coalesced around the woman’s lower half, twirling into a spire and propping her to standing as if the eel-like whip of her body could function as legs. She hummed, the sound dreamy and quiet, except it ground like rusty cogs turning in Anna’s head. "Sound the Siren" -- Brandann R. Hill-Mann

Ellie watches her husband from the front porch. He makes a lean shadow against the twilight, his arms outstretched, his heels lifting from the ground and dropping again. The wind rustles the branches of the trees overhead, their limbs picked clean of leaves, their roots bitten with cold. The windows rattleshake inside their panes, a... Continue Reading →

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