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Tag: Amanda Gambas
Green Sky
Liam Michaels was crying in the staff restroom again, when the receptionist knocked hesitantly on the door, interrupting his weekly purge of guilt and emotion. Bonnieโs free hand held her nostrils closed against the smell of the menโs toilet. โMr Michaels? Mr Michaels are you in there? Are you OK?โ Mr Rogers, the boss of … Continue reading Green Sky
Sibylla and the Skin Pockets
Sibylla stared at the pockets in her skin. โI donโt remember those being there before,โ she thought as she started patting them down, like a tradie looking for where sheโd left her keys. The pockets were neat and without any scar tissue. Some were voluminous with generous give. She imagined she could store a small … Continue reading Sibylla and the Skin Pockets
Marinated Fairy Queen
Iโve never seen the streets of Paris so quiet, but then again, Iโve never been walking them at 4am on Christmas morning before. I can tell from the quills of water vapour steaming from my mouth, it must be very cold, well below zero. Cold for a human that is. In my present form such … Continue reading Marinated Fairy Queen
The Boat
A little wooden boat bobs restlessly in the inky sea. The starless sky offers no relief. Blackness descends and closes in. A figure in the boat looks around fruitlessly. Her name is Vida. Thereโs no sign of shore, no leading lights. She imagines the shore must be straight ahead of her, where the boat is … Continue reading The Boat
The Enclave
Maeve keeps her eyes down, looking for fallen branches and sticks. One hand grips tighter onto the knife as she slides a glance over her right shoulder toward the setting sun. She canโt see him, but he could be anywhere by now. Soft flakes of snow replace the icy wind. She pushes her way through … Continue reading The Enclave






