Off the Shelf

He buys his anger off the shelf in little green bottles, each stoppered with a tiny cork, each cork sealed with wax the color of obsidian. He pays with pieces of bone and twists of hair, laying them on the scarred wooden counter in front of the woman with the cloth face and stitched eyes, […]

On the Ice

Five weeks, four days. The ice groans and shrieks like a steam engine from hell, and the near-continuous creaking of the ship has begun to be interspersed with gunshot sounds of planks cracking in two from the pressure. The lower deck is nearly full of water now, and it is only a matter of time […]