The Woman

The Woman

I never said a word. There was a fire in me, burning since that afternoon. My soul, which had lain dead for so long, swelled as he spoke and flashed into flame when he looked at me – that look he had, seeing all you had done, all the ways you had killed and buried...
The Dying King

The Dying King

Claudius held down the man’s arm, although he did not struggle. I held the point to his wrist and raised the mallet, flung it down. The spike made a thud, driving through skin and muscle, a small clink as it reached the wooden beam. The Jew gasped, exhaled a long hiss...
Armies of Nain

Armies of Nain

From above, it looked like war. A large crowd was moving down the hill, led by a woman who had long been going downhill and had nothing left to lose. Another large crowd was climbing toward them, led by a man with nothing to gain. They collided at the cemetery outside...
Not Clean

Not Clean

I hear echoes sometimes – laughter in the street, a voice shouting my name.  But it’s a common name and the shout is never for me, and the laughter is not hers.  Those days are gone because I’m not clean, and I won’t be clean again. The rough cloak that hides my face...
Who Is This?

Who Is This?

I remember her pushing through the crowd, a desperate look on her haggard face.  She broke through at last, just behind us, and called out but the roaring mob walked on.  She lurched forward, exhausted, stretched out her skinny arm… A few minutes earlier, it had been...
Be a Host

Be a Host

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