Stories

It was a short enough walk to the usual haunt. Too short, almost; certainly not long enough to forget the cows.

Took a single button. An hour later I started seeing big swirls of color, then feeling slightly nauseous.

I can’t believe this. I managed to do the only thing I didn’t want to do.

Los Suelos is a revelation. On the surface the town looks rundown. But there is a thrum beneath the crust here.

Lucinda woke up in darkness. There was some sort of noise, like a hum or maybe a very low tune coming from outside.

I got yelled at frequently for lying on the ground when I had a perfectly sturdy bed to sleep on.

The last thing she remembered was Abuela’s panic. It rang through her as Abuela’s soft hand pressed against her forehead.

Jagged machines whose ancient forms I can’t imagine claw at the blue expanse above us. A graveyard of metal monsters.