By the Numbers

When I got home, my mother was crying. Not just crying, but weeping. Weeping as if her heart would break. As I moved my purse to my left  hand so I could close the door behind me, I wondered what could have happened to make my mother react this way. …

What Doesn’t Kill Me

She cowered in the dark, shivering compulsively. There was nothing to cover herself with, no windows by which she might tell how long she had been in the room, nothing to eat, or to drink. Simply a dark room, and the horrors of her own imagination. Her hands had gone …

Best Served Cold

I don’t know what made him pick me. No, I lie. I know exactly why he picked me. Because I’m a woman, daring to have a job and dream of a better life – like an actual person. Also because I had once rejected him. I was different then, full …

Dreams

The stairs were supposed to be slip-proof. Vikram clearly remembered the real estate agent telling him that. The little man had pointed out the many desirable features of the flat he was going to rent; things like the large parking place, the modular kitchen – and supposedly slip-proof marble on …

Twisted

 People call me their saviour, but really, I’m just a twisted bastard. It goes back years, actually. One of my ancestors was unfaithful to his wife, so he was cursed by his father-in-law that he would lose the youth and vigour that had made him attractive to women in the …