short stories

The Fourth Horseman

They’d left the horses behind. This was not, so much as any of them had noticed, a loss. They carried the brimstone hooves and smoke-dream manes with them.

Eschatological slipstream fantasy: it’s the end of the world, except the fourth horseman has gone missing, and the convergence of apocalypses is suspended. Thanks to Mrissa, SeraC, Rilina, Helen Keeble, Elizabeth Shack, Charles M., Jeff Jones, Dan Goodman, and Greg Clinton. Published in Electric Velocipede #17/18.