short stories

Two to Leave

I had not entered the parched lands entirely unprepared. I had an excellent pair of boots—good boots are underrated everywhere—and I was almost glad the ferryman would not accept them in exchange for passage. I had the Apiarist’s Gun, made to fit my hand. And as for nourishment, that took care of itself, even here.

The Apiarist’s Gun, people of thirst, and non-metaphorical exchanges of love. Dedicated to Sonya Taaffe.

Thanks to Sonya Taaffe and thistleingrey for the beta.