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    Metaphorosis May 2016
    Metaphorosis May 2016
    Metaphorosis May 2016
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    Metaphorosis May 2016

    By Dan Micklethwaite, Mark Rookyard, Brad Preslar and Molly Etta

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    Beautifully written speculative fiction from Metaphorosis.

    All the stories from the month, plus author biographies, interviews, and story origins

    Table of Contents
    • Tides of Reflection – Mark Rookyard
    • A Song Without a Voice – Brad Preslar
    • Solomon and the Dragon’s Tongue – Molly Etta
    • Mr. McAvennie’s Freedom – Dan Micklethwaite
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMetaphorosis Publishing
    Release dateFeb 3, 2018
    ISBN9781640760646
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      Metaphorosis May 2016 - Dan Micklethwaite

      Metaphorosis

      May 2016

      edited by

      B. Morris Allen

      ISSN: 2573-136X

      ISBN: 978-1-64076-064-6 (e-book)

      Metaphorosis

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      Table of Contents

      Metaphorosis

      May 2016

      Tides of Reflection

      A question for Mark Rookyard

      About Mark Rookyard

      A Song Without a Voice

      It came from Brad Preslar

      A question for Brad Preslar

      About Brad Preslar

      Solomon and the Dragon’s Tongue

      A question for Molly Etta

      About Molly Etta

      Mr. McAvennie’s Freedom

      A question for Dan Micklethwaite

      About Dan Micklethwaite

      Metaphorosis Publishing

      Copyright

      May 2016

      Tides of Reflection — Mark Rookyard

      A Song Without a Voice — Brad Preslar

      Solomon and the Dragon's Tongue — Molly Etta

      Mr. McAvennie's Freedom — Dan Micklethwaite

      Tides of Reflection

      Mark Rookyard

      The winds whispered promises of winter as they plucked with cold fingers at Silven’s shawl. She held it tighter around her shoulders and tucked her hair behind her ear. It was quiet on the cliff tops, the world seemingly shocked into appalled silence after the violence of the storm the night before. The sky was a parched blue, and diamonds of light danced on the sea under hazy pink clouds.

      The path along the clifftop was overgrown, the grass thick and yellow. Once, the sea had been crowded with laughter and play, Silven watching from these very cliffs, afraid of the depths, unable to swim. Now the sea was quiet and undisturbed, the laughter long forgotten.

      Below her, the waves were secretive and quiet, red near the pebbled beach, but growing darker out past the island with its alien walkways of impossibly ancient orange stone. Far overhead, plumes of white smoke trailing behind it, a scutter flew. More colonists free to flee now the storm was over. The raging winds could only keep them here for so long.

      A small figure worked on a beach scoured clean by the winds and the rains. It could only be Jerek. It seemed to be a matter of honour to him not to be beaten into hiding by the presence of the sea.

      Fear and frustration made Silven bold. She pulled a stalk of grass and twined it around her fingers as she strolled down to the beach. Jerek didn’t look up from his work. Curls of wood littered the pebbles around his feet as he ran a plane over the bottom of an upturned boat. His boots were thick and worn.

      After a long pause, as the plane scraped and the sea murmured, Silven finally said, You’re making another boat?

      Aye, Jerek said. The hair on his chin was coarse and dark. He shook splinters of wood from his plane.

      Silven watched him until the sun was low in the sky and the sea was hunched and whispering and dark, retreating from the beach. Taking its secrets with it. Taking Kal with it. She held her shawl tighter. Jerek was wiping the bottom of the boat with a rag soaked in something thick and oily.

      We have something in common, you and I, she said finally.

      The rag stopped its circular motions a moment, only a moment, before it continued. Aye, Jerek said. You, me, and a score of other people in this forsaken place.

      The wind whispered and the clouds drifted and the sun sank in the sky.

      Silven turned to watch the sea skulk away like some furtive, sated predator. Kal was there, in its depths. It took her breath away to think of it. To think how cold it must be. How dark.

      She left Jerek to his boat, alone and defiant under the cold stare of the sea. She could hear his hammer all the way as she walked back up the cliffs.

      #

      Marus was home when Silven returned. He sat at the kitchen table turning a small plaque around and around in his hand.

      Silven switched on a light and opened the fridge.

      Where have you been?

      Even though she was looking in the fridge, Silven knew Marus hadn’t turned to ask his question.

      The beach. She took a bottle and sat at the table, not looking at Marus.

      The beach. Marus smiled, looking at the plaque in his hand. We couldn’t drag you there before and now you can’t keep away.

      Jerek was there, making another boat.

      Marus nodded, turning the plaque around in his hands. He’s always been one for the sea. Even now, he can’t change what he is.

      Silven thought she knew what that plaque was, and it made her heart ache and her throat tighten at the sight of it. What’s that you have there? She had to fight to keep the anger from her voice.

      Marus put the plaque on the table. ‘Kal’s Room’ it said on it. There was a picture of a dog, black and white. We have to see to his room, Marus said.

      Silven felt her face flush. Can’t you wait? Are you so ready to be rid of him? You won’t even go to the beach now! Why are you so keen to forget your son? Her voice was shrill and she had to fight to catch her breath.

      Marus was calm, sitting there, his fingers never leaving that plaque, and Silven hated him all the more for it.

      I was the one who took him there, Silven. I taught him to swim in those waters. Don’t you think I hate myself for it? I feel it too, you know. I can feel what lured him out there. Oh, you’re safe from it. Using your fear as an excuse, surrendering to it. Now you’re free to judge me, condemn me. His fist was white around the plaque.

      Yes, you were the one to take him out there, weren’t you? Silven’s anger was cold, her breath even, though she knew her hands were shaking as she slammed the door of the habitat behind her.

      The cliffs were dark out towards the coast, the alien towers quiet as they watched the silent sea beyond.

      She wondered if Jerek would be out there, facing the grim sea alone.

      #

      Silven had been watching Jerek work

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