by Jim Stitzel | May 16, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 5 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreHe wastes no time. Already the moonlight has crept across the box, and if he misses this opportunity, it will be weeks before another presents itself. He slips his tongue between his teeth — and bites...
by Jim Stitzel | May 16, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreIt is night now, and moonlight pours through the one open window in the room. The moon outside is full, the light it casts bright and rich. Almost the moonbeam reaches the table. Almost it reaches the box....
by Jim Stitzel | May 15, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreThe box rests on a small, round table, perfectly centered on its rough surface. The man who purchased it stands across the room, leaning with one shoulder against the wall, staring at the box without really...
by Jim Stitzel | May 9, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 13 in the series Market of the MacabreHe winds his way through the chaos, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. Such a thing is nigh impossible here. But it hardly bothers him. Here, anonymity is paramount. Finally, he reaches a dark corner...
by Jim Stitzel | Apr 28, 2017 | Stories
The child sits at the base of the tree, silently weeping. Her arms are crossed over her upraised knees, her face buried in her arms. Tears fall from her cheeks, staining her pants and the soil on which she sits. A few even land on the tree roots. A gentle touch on her...
