What would her mother think now, if she knew of all the times her eldest daughter had ignored that advice? Those hurried, hopeful encounters in her teens. The desperate calculation of her early twenties. Until she could no longer convince herself that Dr Chiang may have been wrong. Until, finally, she forced herself to give it up. To pack it away. The desire, the longing, the need which she felt for near her entire life. Curled within her heart. Within her broken, bloodless womb. Only rarely, now, does she hear them. The ghosts of those children she can never conceive.
Perfections: Kirstyn McDermott
Busy, busy, busy…and barely blogging :(. I’ve been trying to finalise this review for a week now!
A great dark urban-fantasy story; satisfyingly true to its Australian setting. Kirstyn writes some great dialogue, and has a deceptively smooth writing style; she makes the reader comfortable before expertly ratcheting up the tension. Some excellent twists and dark events, although I got the feeling that she pulled a few punches. It’s enjoyably creepy – a fine lighter horror read. Recommended.
I was provided a free electronic copy of this book by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. Continue reading
Dusk’s light touched the broken boys as they carried the body, wrapped in a thin sheet to the reservoir’s edge, where weeds grew thick and choking. Mosquitoes droned and magpies warbled and the boys moaned; a low lamentation.
As their brother slipped into the water the linen became all but transparent in the water; death and horror revealed. Bites, bruises, burns; brutal marks by brutal men. Below the waist a ruinous black void, dark with dried blood. Evidence of uncontrolled perversion sinking, joining unknown others.
Backs straighten as they return. A new steel resolve. An unspoken agreement.
Somewhere out there is the first woman to look mortality in the face and realize that this life is all there is.
We call her Patient Zero.
The disease spreads through humanity like wildfire, a contagious apathy deadlier than any cancer. Stripping away our illusions killed millions. How long had we told ourselves there was more? That beyond life lay heaven or… something. Alas the wool fell from our eyes, no more denying the void before us. The gaping mouth of death that led to empty bowels wherein our memories were digested and, in time, forgotten.
How could we face our children? Those who were once precious to our eyes now appeared as mere ambulatory hunks of flesh born into the grave. Another shovelful of dirt heaped atop them each day.
Patient Zero – Glenn C Loury II
A small collection of flash fiction pieces, rich in imagery and delightfully poetic. At 43 pages I read this in a single sitting (it was $1.49 on Australian Amazon, I understand its 99c US) and enjoyed it, but I do think I might have got more out of it had I read paced myself – perhaps only read one story a day? Continue reading