Fiction, Poetry, and Games by Stewart C Baker
In contrast to some of my other “last words” posts, this one’s a bit dark, and has nary a bit of humour to offset said darkness.
So if you’ve any deceased loved ones that you miss deeply, maybe best skip this little story-let.
I’ve missed you so much.
In lieu of posting a new piece of fiction or a reprint here this week, I’d like to direct your attention to the newly-launched Freeze Frame Fiction, which just went live today.
As you may have been able to tell, I have a story in this new ‘zine! I like to joke that it’s a story about lesbian zombie romance, but stripped of hyperbole a better description might be that it’s about relationships, regret, and still zombies.
Here’s a teaser:
No breath any more.
Cold steel at the edge of the darkness, and voices.
He pushes, and with a screeching buckle there is light and scent and terror like a drug in the air.
The salty copper taste of flesh and blood.
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Jorah sits up shivering with cold and perspiration, sure that in the moment just before her dream turned to morning she had heard a distant booming thunder like the white caps of waves falling in on themselves.
She collapses her tent, packs and shoulders her bag, and hurries on down the trail. Remembering the dream, she takes another photo and sends it to Ella.
I am here, Jorah imagines it saying. I am here, I am coming, I am sorry. Do not forget me. Love.
So if you like flash fiction, go check out my story and the rest of the pieces in the first issue of Freeze Frame Fiction!
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