Incubate

The egg was nestled in a dusty jar, settled in the far back of an overfull cupboard bulging with dusty tin cans and dirtier jars. Little light reached the egg, and the incubus was glad of it: no real children could be born after being drenched in sun, and play, and laughter. Every fortnight, the … Continue reading Incubate

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A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.1

Raquel watched the young black woman step out from between two pine trees lining the northbound arm of the road. He could tell from the glow of the girl’s soul around her form that she was a burgeoning saint. His eyes narrowed. How had he not sensed her coming from at least a mile away? … Continue reading A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.1