She would have run, but her legs betrayed her—a contraction, locking her in place, as frozen as the baby within her womb.
I stared at him, feeling the dirt of travel and the coarse fabric of the borrowed peasant’s wools against my skin.
The iterations of his death resound about him like the echoes of a minor chord.
I missed all the excitement the day the trains walked away.
The washed-out sky and black indifferent trees blur as I cough out the fire within me.
The Shiner Man’s covered wagon walked across the desert on six metal legs.
BCS 115: The Adventure of the Pyramid of Bacconyus
Issue #134, November 14, 2013
The three cousins walked through a tunnel low enough that their head leaves brushed and bent on the ceiling.
Jenkins tipped his hat to her prediction, sending up a brief sketch of a prayer himself—perhaps useful, perhaps not, depending on who might be listening—that the next few days wouldn't disprove it.
Tomai took his wife’s fragile hand in his own. He felt like if he held it even as if it were a child’s, the bones would snap like pine dowels.