A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
27 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
With a final hasty mouthful Umin abandons, with a quirk of reluctance, the bowl and skitters after the heedlessly receding crimson cloth and girl-shape. “Then I’ve found the Shore..." The thought was softly breathless. A lingering apprehension, as...
24 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
I will take you to the Marquis Meshmin. This forces Umin to pause and swallow thickly. Fear and now something else bending his thoughts. "Meshmin, who keeps in the…" The Barrows. Hard by the Gate of Candles… It smiles with a spider’s silkiness. Sup s...
19 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin watches wordlessly, as the remains of rabbits fall wetly to the stones. It isn’t long before the meat stops dropping and the creature returns to its previous posture, offering the bowl to Umin as though he were a shying mutt. Not far from the tr...
17 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Terror strangles any further speech, as the creature pauses with uncanny stillness in mid-motion like some manner of alien supplicant with an outstretched brim-full begging-bowl. Oh... My love is a leaf-eater. With a tiny wry tugging at the corners o...
15 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Eat. Sweet. Lest you grow reedy. Umin, his breath locked frightfully away in his breast, licks tight lips and against all grasping hunger and screaming instinct of self preservation gives a little head shake and a struggling whisper. "Can’t. Took the...
10 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Cupping the bowl as though it were a frangible, precious thing in a pair of diminutive, death-pale hands. It peers unblinking up at the taller Umin, by a head’s height, aspect an unreadable mask. Only for the briefest of moments as the bow of its li...
9 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Into a shallow hands-breadth bowl, it ladles a stew, still bubbling thickly. The sensual stink of boiled meat and savoury herbs tickles the aching animal hunger long restive in Umin’s belly. Without a stray sound, the waifish apparition sets the l...
7 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Porridge love... Pheasant stew. Or was it rabbit now? Oh yes, rabbit. Do you know? How far and where. I had to walk To find a hare… Umin is unable to suppress the shivering that locks his jaw and hardens his limbs.
5 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
It stood there, before a broad, brassy kettle. Perched as before on naked tiptoe, it peers into the wide, toothless jaws of the squat toad-like vessel. Which murmurs thickly with the low, booming voice of roiling oil, or some similarly viscous concoc...
2 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Leaving Umin unable to sift sound from thought. Not knowing whether the voice had entered his ear or found shape in the spaces behind his eyes. Umin shook his woolly head to clear out the lingering rattle in his brain-box, before gingerly padding for...
