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-
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