short fiction

a book cover with a picture of an egyptian god.

A World Unto Myself

I don’t know why my owner brought me to the abandoned scrapyard rather than trade me in. Nor why instead of placing me next to the compactor with the other machines, he walked me over to an old, metal bench and told me to sit before leaving me.
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the cover of apex magazine issue 138 with a picture of an egyptian winged creature.

Chupa Sangre

She mumbled about my mother a lot, dreaming of times before she died. Sometimes I waited and listened, eager to hear my mother’s name spoken in such a soft way. Other times I couldn’t stand the sound of it.
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