Annabelle’s heart was a hard nut to crack. He should have known it the moment she stepped into his study and remarked not on the human hearts lining his shelves, but the antique jars he displayed them in.
Category: issue 11
The Weaver of Uswalpur, by Abhijeet Sathe
Grandma warned Jambu about Tavila’s thieves and cutpurses, but didn’t mention its bazaars. By the strange alchemy of roads that all markets wield as weapon, the bazaar had dragged him right to where his heart would beat the fastest. Everywhere he looked, the stalls were loaded with mountains upon mountains of yarn. Must hurry, he… Continue reading The Weaver of Uswalpur, by Abhijeet Sathe
Scam Likely and the Future Desperados, by Allan Dyen-Shapiro
Sure, my heavy metal band, the Desperados, needed the gig, but our 2024 booking agent should have clued us in on how much our cellphones resembled 2483 ID devices. The moment we emerged from the portal, a robot snatched the mobile from my pocket and examined the notification screen. She extended an appendage and tattooed… Continue reading Scam Likely and the Future Desperados, by Allan Dyen-Shapiro
