Daft Old Man

Daft Old Man

by Pam L. Wallace

The old man smelled of honeysuckle and ancient woodlands, and spoke in a querulous singsong. “Chime-child, eh?” He pinned Collum with his rheumy eyes. Collum shrank from crooked fingers grabbing for his homespun shirt.

“Takes one to know one,” the old man […]

Ixtab Takes a Day Off

Ixtab Takes a Day Off

by Jennifer Dornan-Fish

Being the goddess of suicide is a total shit job. I see the threads of fate […]