Maria Dolores

Maria Dolores’s house was easily located. The twisted stone pine tree that stood in front of and obscured most of the entrance was, in fact, the only tree in the whole street and was older than the house itself. The scarred trunk stood by the south-west corner of the house then flung its branches out…

A Final Story

Final Story Liam McMaster pinched the skin on his forearm. He watched as it slowly relaxed back into shape, the collagen long ago depleted, his skin permanently underhydrated. He traced the raised line of the surgical scar on his elbow where the ulna had been pinned after a moped accident just before he retired, some…