Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 - Page 70

by Deanna Smith It took a long time for my senses to return to me, and when they did, it was in shreds and tatters - like a never worn wedding dress decaying in a hot attic, with spiders for attendants and the desiccated corpses of flies for flowers. Where the hell was I? How I got here was a screaming madness of fight or flight instincts, of random kindness and hellish perver- PAGE 70 sions. Of absolute weakness. Yeah. # See, I started out life as the most prized possession of a queen. My mother. She was a few ducks short of a row, but she was alright. A good mom, a good wife, a good queen. All she ever wanted from life was a kid