When Sunduq was four she got stuck in the hope chest in her grandmother’s bedroom. Her family looked for her for hours, eventually calling the authorities, who said, “Most children
It’s here – midnight & indigo issue no.12! midnight & indigo celebrates Black women writers with the fourth Speculative fiction
At first, there was only the Sun. Shining brightly, he illuminated powerfully in space. Sun knew he was a burning
“Curse this damned place. I don’t want anything to do with here.” Holson, my best
No roads led here, this place like a scar of an old wound. No signs
Mama always said the Devil is a lie. I remember thinking that before it happened.
“3 A.M./Stare at the ceilin’, murder the feelin’/Spider crawl in the corner—Brown Recluse./So appropriate” I
I text Alicia that I’m outside and when she responds, I’m already ringing the doorbell.
On a nimbus of decay, it emerged from the dark recesses of her closet and
It was a bitterly cold November evening, fifteen minutes or so before closing when the
They were floating, flying in tandem, punctuated by the last of the year’s sunlight, perfectly
Cast aside the bloody hands of the self-righteous for they brittle and collapse amongst the
The first time she noticed, it was purely accidental. A quick glance while reaching for
The winds bouncing off the gulf swaddle Fleur’s bare head as she stands at its
The fireflies hovered in front of me, their green bodies emitting a radio buzz with
When Sunduq was four she got stuck in the hope chest in her grandmother’s bedroom.
It was called “Tika Zika”. They gave us instructions to lock ourselves away from each
Melam partially unzipped the full body control unit and took a deep breath. It was
