Category Archives: The Sixth

Chrysalis

She put the caterpillar to her mouth. It entered willingly, and she swallowed it whole. Almost immediately, her skin began to change. Dark specks appeared, and subtle seams like cracks in ice, as if those were the places her skin was … Continue reading

Posted in The Sixth, The Story | Tagged | Leave a comment

Still no name for her

She inhabits every image. She is here right now—I can feel her. She’s the nervous flutter, the blur in the picture, the pressure on the sides, the dangerous weight above every family photo. She is the yearn and the choice … Continue reading

Posted in The Sixth | Tagged | Leave a comment

Wandering, waiting

I am a stranger here, a poor fit for this place. But I’ve been here so long, I’ve found a kind of peace with that. I’ve even been known to flaunt it a little, this strangeness. I have a lot … Continue reading

Posted in Cast of Characters, The Sixth | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Small Change

The policeman watched the woman walk calmly out of the woods with her new companion. He still didn’t know where he was, or how he’d got here. She was a petty thief, seemed almost violent, and she was his only … Continue reading

Posted in The Policeman, The Sixth, The Story | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Almost Near Enough

The earth shook and the trees shivered. A moment later, we could see a large, shadowy form making its way toward us. Then its great, long face pressed into the clearing. As elephants go, it wasn’t particularly big. Still, neither … Continue reading

Posted in The Policeman, The Sixth, The Story | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Duplicity

When I woke up, I saw my reflection, twice, in a pair of perfectly black, perfectly shiny sunglasses. Framed below a glossy white helmet and above dry, thoughtful lips, the double me tipped slightly, then loomed close as the policeman … Continue reading

Posted in The Policeman, The Sixth | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Flood

That night, the policeman dreamt of rain. It rained so much, the storm drains overflowed and blasted bookshelves, beds and squatters from every tunnel. They overflowed so much, the bloated streams merged to become a single, monstrous wave. It was … Continue reading

Posted in The Policeman, The Sixth | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

At the Sea

It was late in the afternoon, and cold. The mist was so thick I could barely see the looming granite outcrops that stood in a miles-long, irregular row. They were hunched against the waves, and one was just twenty feet … Continue reading

Posted in The Sixth | Tagged , , | Leave a comment