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The Dark Issue 15: The Dark, #15
The Dark Issue 15: The Dark, #15
The Dark Issue 15: The Dark, #15
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The Dark Issue 15: The Dark, #15

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Each month The Dark brings you the best in dark fantasy and horror! Edited by award winning editor Sean Wallace and brought to you by Prime Books, this issue includes two all-new stories and two reprints:

“Floodwater” by Kristi DeMeester
“Wheatfield with Crows” by Steve Rasnic Tem (reprint)
“Some Pictures of Monsters” by Rhonda Eikamp
“Hairwork” by Gemma Files (reprint)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPrime Books
Release dateAug 1, 2016
ISBN9781533708861
The Dark Issue 15: The Dark, #15

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    The Dark Issue 15 - Kristi DeMeester

    THE DARK

    Issue 15 • August 2016

    Floodwater by Kristi DeMeester

    Wheatfield with Crows by Steve Rasnic Tem

    Some Pictures of Monsters by Rhonda Eikamp

    Hairwork by Gemma Files

    Cover Art: Baal Endsheets by Tomislav Tikulin

    ISSN 2332-4392.

    Edited by Sean Wallace.

    Cover design by Garry Nurrish.

    Ebook design by Neil Clarke.

    Copyright © 2016 by Prime Books.

    www.thedarkmagazine.com

    Floodwater

    by Kristi DeMeester

    It’s been raining for two weeks now. Shiny, stabby rain, so that when Momma gets me and Benjamin out of the car we have to run for it so our skin doesn’t get all red and blotchy. At first, she laughed when we came inside, and her hair glimmered like a fairy’s. I knew mine did, too, and it made me feel beautiful, but now she doesn’t laugh, and her mouth disappears and she doesn’t talk until Daddy gets home.

    When Daddy comes in, her voice goes all hush-hush, and she turns up the television, so I can’t hear. Benjamin watches, too, but he doesn’t understand. He only knows a few words and messes up my name every time. Kay-yee he says with an extra y instead of the l, but I don’t mind. It’s cute, and it makes me happy when he says my name.

    They’ve cancelled school, I hear her say, and I can’t help it, I squeal and jump up and down. She shoots me a look that says Cut it out, missy, and so instead I plop down on my butt and give Benjamin a squeeze. His little hands catch in my hair, and he laughs.

    Daddy’s voice is rumble and quiet, and Momma drops her voice a little, and when I look over at them, she has her head pressed in Daddy’s chest, and he’s running his hands over her back like he does to me or Benjamin when we’ve had a bad dream. Maybe Momma had a bad dream, too.

    There’s something inside of it, Trey. I can smell it, Momma says, and Daddy shushes her, presses her to him even tighter so I can’t see her face, only her hair.

    It’s just rain, Lily. Just a lot of rain. It’ll stop soon, and everything will be fine.

    Momma leans back, and her face is all shimmery and covered with rain. She looks up at Daddy, and he runs his thumbs under her eyes and kisses her on the forehead.

    I’ll start dinner, he says, and Momma turns and sees me watching. She tries to smile, but it’s not a very good one. I smile back at her and grab Benjamin’s hand and get him to wave, but she’s turned away, and so I pretend Benjamin’s waving at the sun we haven’t seen in such a long time.

    Come back, sun, I say and Benjamin laughs.

    I decide that tomorrow I’m going to see if I can re-read all of my Anne of Green Gables books in one day. Rain is the best for reading.

    Momma goes to bed early, and so Daddy is the one who gives Benjamin his bath. I help, and Benjamin splashes water all over me, but it’s okay because he’s just a baby and doesn’t really know how to control his arms yet.

    Is Momma sad? I ask Daddy, and he puts his hand over the top of my head, and I squirm out from under it because it feels like there’s a huge spider sitting there.

    She’s just tired, Kayley. She’ll be back to normal soon, he says, but his voice is all stretched out and doesn’t sound like him. I don’t like it, so I cover my ears with my hands and jiggle them to try and get it out, but it’s like the sound crawled inside like a little mouse and ate up all my forget.

    We have to be quiet while we get ready for bed, and Daddy doesn’t zoom Benjamin around like he usually does. When I bring him my worn out copy of The Boxcar Children, he sighs.

    Not tonight, bug. It’s way past your bedtime, he says.

    But Momma always reads a chapter.

    He sighs. A few pages, okay? And then it’s straight to sleep.

    I snuggle in next to him, so I can feel the rumblies from his voice against my arm. He smells like oranges. I think it’s the special soap he uses. He keeps it in the garage and Momma always makes him use it if he’s been working out there. I tried it once, but it

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