Marya
Marya was afraid of the dark, but tried not to be.
Marya was afraid of the dark, but tried not to be.
No sudden movement
“Are you actually kidding me?!” Sergeant Peacock erupted,
“Can’t we just turn on the lights?” a tiny voice whimpered in the dark.
I found a dead woman’s shadow once, while walking the streets of Nagasaki.
Thirty years gone, a thousand square miles.
You’re probably wondering why I’m sitting here – cowering, really – in a pool of my own urine.