He came out of the warehouse’s dark hallway. Rita, who was twelve-years old that winter, noticed right away he had a familiar, pale, friendly face. He joyfully took her hands. “It’s so good to see you again,” he said. “I don’t know you,” she said automatically. “Let go!” He didn’t. Instead, he indicated an office…Continue Reading “Time is Like a River, and After Sunset, It Is Black”
Author: Gillian Daniels
Gillian Daniels attended the 2011 Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Workshop and, since doing so, her poetry and short fiction have appeared in Strange Horizons, Apex Magazine, Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet, and Beneath Ceaseless Skies, among others. She currently reviews for The New England Theatre Geek.
http://www.gilliandaniels.com