Kate M. Sine
Stories (4/0)
Ouroborous
I helped my Grandma get ready for bed last night, and it reminded me of Time. How her sweater, once warm, goes cold from absence, even though it's fleece, and even though she is here, it ebbs away. I hang the sweater, along with the idea of bereavement leave, on the hanger she has noted for me, before helping her with the socks created to grip the ground.
By Kate M. Sine 2 years ago in Families
Jackalope
His brothers had found their partners seasons before him. He had seen their eyes ignite at the sight of their soul mates, he had been a witness at their weddings, watching them exchange vows wreathed in wildflowers, fingers weaved into each other locked by golden bands.
By Kate M. Sine 2 years ago in Fiction
Hollow Man
She wanders to him. The Hollow Man tucked away in the woods. The serenade of his violin rides high on the wind, leading her onward. Her bare feet, white in the shadow, pad over rocks and bramble. She doesn't wince or whimper. Her eyes staring ahead, veiled by the warbling notes of the violin. Her movements move in time with the playing of the Hollow Man measured, heels just grazing over the grass for a moment.
By Kate M. Sine 2 years ago in Horror