“It’s rusted!” The Head Clockworker taps the metal hand of the planet-sized clock and then turns to his brother, the Second Clockworker. “Have you not been keeping up on your upkeep duties?” The Second Clockworker shrugs, sending a heatwave to the planets on his mantel as they shift temporarily closer to…
Two vases fall. One containing life. The other, death. It is the easiest test of the god-realm. Reach out a hand. Choose. Sheel fails again, both vases smashing against the crystalline floor. As a child, Sheel could never master the art of sand painting. “Why are there only two colors?” he…
We carry our offerings to the beach by moonlight, us sisters who have stayed behind. We wear hiking boots–or at least closed toed, sporty sandals–to protect our feet from broken oyster shells. Our steps are uncertain: we slip on kelp ribbons and slick rock, brace ourselves against driftwood. We dare not bring a flashlight and…
Who ever said death had to be so bad? Dalton was perfectly fine here, thank you very much. Being caught in the in-between of life and rebirth gave him all the time he needed to do what he enjoyed—watering the front lawn, trimming the azalea bushes, sipping on a glass of Casamigos at sunset…
