Skin Dancer

Fiona knocked her glass back, swallowing its smoky contents in a single gulp. She’d gone for the tequila. It was some esoteric moonshiner’s blend with a black baby snake swimming at the bottom. Her eyes watered from the sting of …

Tightrope Cat

Masika sat in her apartment, cowed by the gloom and dirty-gray walls. The clock in the kitchen was ticking so loudly it scraped at her nerves. Her fingers itched to rip it right down. Her toes curled into the fabric …