by judsonblake | 2020 Sep 9 | Short Story
Tella inhabited the Neme, where the sun rose purple and yellow and stayed. If Fotine wished, the clouds would reform exactly as they had a week ago but Tella was glad they were different now. “I must talk to Fotine,” she said. “He doesn’t know everything.” “He seems...
by judsonblake | 2020 Sep 9 | Short Story
Many took the old theater to be something of a relic. It made a dark presence in the line of newer buildings on that block, like an old crone draped in shawls who never spoke to anyone. It was a on a back street that years ago smelt of intrigue, when that part of town...
by judsonblake | 2020 Sep 6 | Short Story
Mortimer is magister of his vials and vats. He likes to dwell in the back room, the depths of his pharmacy where only his aunt is allowed. It is nothing like the bottles and shelves that greet the visitor in front. It is a chantry of blinking machines and liquids...
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