Issue #169
March 19, 2015

Sun, Stone, Spear

I don't remember whose idea this was, mine or Elu's. We talked about leaving for years, so much that we had to either do it or stop talking about it at all. Then Elu's mother died. We saw her burned, her ashes put in the tomb with our ancestors, a spiral carved in the rock to mark her passage from this world, and found that nothing else was holding us there. So here we are.

The Sixth Day

If I take my shoes off and curl my toes deep into the dirt when I walk around the field, I can raise the corn a quarter inch a day, so long as I make sure to touch all stalks I pass. You'd think that's an amazing talent, especially in a place where the other fields around our farm lie dead. But ain't nobody noticing a lick of what I do—not when my sister can travel into the ahead and tell us how to keep the stretch away.

Audio Fiction Podcast:
Sun, Stone, Spear
Play

Podcast: Download (Duration: 43:26 — 29.83MB)
Subscribe: iTunes | Android | Google Play | RSS | More

We wait until there is only the sound of blowing wind and the cry of a jackdaw. I nod, Elu nods back.
Audio Vault:
Blighted Heart
Play

Podcast: Download (Duration: 30:56 — 21.24MB)
Subscribe: iTunes | Android | Google Play | RSS | More

Introduced by the author.
From the Archives:
Blood, Stone, Water
"And just what do you fathom about my thoughts?"