“I put two books under the back of my head as a pillow and cover my face with the third one. Involuntarily my eyes close and my breath becomes slow and deep.”
Category Archive: Utopia: The Fabulist Issue
“Yes, a ladder! It’ll be amazing, Harald—the tallest ladder you’ve ever seen! Not just the tallest ladder in Oregon Country—possibly the tallest ladder in the entire world! And not just a ladder—a piece of art! Can’t you picture it?”
“One moment Matilda was living on a shoestring budget, collecting coupons; the next she was riding in a private jet to Paul’s yacht in Fort Lauderdale. And the gifts never stopped coming…”
“Mr. Murphy has brought his briefcase over my head to shield me but I push it away to stand, lift my arms to welcome this flock — the Ectopistes migratorius — reborn out of extinction to cow my enemies.”
“Tess feels, more than sees, green. Grass under gently falling rain, and a jade bangle glistening on the slender arm outstretched to catch a drop. She has to close her eyes until the vision disappears.”
“There is a god in this tree. She knows it because of last September, when the lady beetles came in plagues; their bloodshells pimpled over this bark and made the oak come alive.”
“Her hand poised at her crown, ready for the next downstroke, when she felt a curious pulling in her hair, a sporadic, tiny yanking, as if small hands were grasping it.”
“Now, the farmer at Bull’s place was a known fool. One time the witch girl had overheard him beg her father to cut down a tree on their property because he, the farmer, was convinced it was an evil tree…”
FICTION IS IN HIGH DEMAND FOR OUR FABULIST ISSUE.
