A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
10 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.00
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 $0.24
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 $0.00
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 $0.55
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 $0.30
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...
31 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.20
The expanse above an inky unknowable depth, the way forward narrow. Umin spreads his arms wide and warily. Soon finding the rough-smooth, like glass resolved once and hardened again, walls with the flats of his open palms, elbows slightly bent. Pace...
29 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.13
Umin glumly and suspiciously peers out into down-thick darkness, but for a distant pin-prick of soft-seeming fire that sets the vaulty black above to looming all the more profoundly, maliciously. His motion towards the distant, gleaming signpost is p...
28 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.00
I want him Father. Let me… The half-spaces between waking and drifting where things sonorous and frightful came to murmur. Hours compressed. Umin slept. Oh, the chime is ringling. Oh... Awakening. To find the low, knotty-iron doorway wide and unhin...
28 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.30
Oh, sweet. A little scantle of rough meat. Oh, wrapped in a rat-skin for you, sweet... Sing-song mockery. Close now, little fingers like gleaming bloodless alabaster curled through the sandy-russet chain-links of his prison. Chin perched playfull...
14 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.00
His name is Umin and he is simply a thief. A simple thief. A bleeder of purses and accounts. His fortunes a little less than likeable of late. Something small and shapeless twists out of the dark, falling near to hand with a sick softness. A blot...
