The new story is up on Patreon. The week it's post-apocalyptic.
Here's a preview:
A Dreamscapes Story
by Alicia VanNoy Call
end of the world always comes when the White House gets blown up, or
Lady Liberty’s head goes bouncing down the street. People stampede
to get away as cars tumble through the air like leaves, or fall to
their knees in the face of a roaring ball of fire, their sudden-faith
prayers just a murmur under the scream of sirens. At least that’s
how it happens in the movies.
this isn’t the movies.
and I, we used to talk about how we would know. When we’re at the
the thing. You don't always know.
ran out of candles last month.
first, the total darkness was disorienting. We stumbled over each
other. Collided in the blackness. It wasn't as if we didn't know
every inch of the shelter. It was just – when you can see, you take
things for granted. I remember how we stared at that last little
light, watching the wick in it's tiny puddle of wax. The rest of it
had melted across the table. The flame jumped once and we held our
breaths. Then it went out. . ..
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