Kikimora
It all started last fall when my dear mother crossed the dreadful bridge to join those residing in a place we believe, or at least hope, exists called the afterlife. One early foggy morning, the fisherman found her stiff, half-naked body lying on the shore of a nearby lake. They immediately went for one of […]
Gift
Read by Patrycja Bolda It all happened so fast, I couldn’t stop it. It started one day while I was working at home. My son came up to me and told me to make him a mask. I was busy, but he started crying, and ever since his mom and my wife died five months […]