Harlequinade, author of The Breadhouse and On The Future On A Bite, returns to Flash Fiction with this dark, surreal little virus of a story. A village is marked for tragedy when the snow starts to turn red... but who is the little girl walking out of the forest? The original image for this story is 'Crash' by icebuddah.
The Witch’s Cunt was always busy when the Malarkey was in port. The lone toothless regulars would be swarmed by a raucous and ramshackle gaggle of privateers, opportunists, roustabouts, skallywags, salt dogs, prostitutes, scammers, urchins and drunkards, some fresh onto land after months away plundering, but most were hoping to take advantage of the crew’s newly acquired, but always short lived, good nature and fortune ...READ MORE
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