Reflections, part 2
“What’s the matter?” asked Mercedes, Rocío’s mom. Her hair was dyed black, but her roots were flaxen blonde. She was already seated at the kitchen table by the time I trudged out of the bedroom. “You look tired. Didn’t you get any sleep?” I shrugged as I entered the kitchen. “I’ve just been having weird…
Reflections, part 1
It was square, with no partitions or bracings. The window hovered ahead without the help of a wall, and a dim light spilled through the glass, a dusty bone-white glow that fell off the bottom of the window like a waterfall at the edge of the world. I had expected the light to stretch on…
The Red Door
For the past several days, I had the same recurring dream. In it, I stood a little over two meters from the red door, and in each dream I took a step closer. The last thing I wanted was to go near it–to see whatever the door had to show me. I wanted none of…
It Stood In The Shadows
The door opened. Shadows crept in, scaling the walls and slithering across the ceiling. He took a step in. Who is that? My body asked. My mental presence shook her head, panicked. I-I don’t– He took another step in. And another.