Introductions are made. A story is read.
Publication in Electric Velocipede no. 5, Fall 2003
Honorable Mention, The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, vol. 17, 2004
Reprint in The Virtuous Medlar Circle, October 2005
The Singer stands alone in the Great Hall, shivering. Her bare feet stick to the cool marble floor, which sends chills throughout her body. She wears a thin sleeveless shirt that is nearly translucent, and a simple green skirt that stops just above her knees. The only other article on her body is the small gold bracelet that he gave her; the charlatan, the liar. She hates him yet cannot part with his gift.
The room soon fills with men in sharp tuxedos and women in the latest finery and hairstyles. They wander into the hall, ignoring the Singer, taking their places at the cushioned seats to the far end. The air is pervaded with aimless chatter, crisp footsteps, and squeaking chair legs. As the last person sits, the Host and Hostess of the Evening enter behind the Singer. They saunter past her, flaunting their wealth in her face, making it absolutely known that they are in charge, that she is nothing. The Host smirks at the Singer and she inhales sharply, her hand involuntarily flitting to her bracelet.
"Now board the chariot to the capital of Allegory in the realm of Technical Fantasy . . . It succeeds rather well."
Alan Lattimore for Tangent
Most Excellent and Lamentable
Two Cranes Press
Clarion Writer's Workshop
Acting with the Voice
Music by Heelix
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