HEX

by Thomas Olde Heuvelt

The only good thing about a town that gets off on indoctrinating the young is that you all know how to keep a secret.

Humanity has proven time and time again that it has a tendency to cross boundaries it shouldn’t.

Magic exists in the minds of those who believe in it, not in its actual influence on reality.

And with every mile they covered, the glistening steel descended ruthlessly upon them, the whoosh of the razor blade coming closer and closer: first right, then left, then right, then left, a violent antique clock that heralded the end of everything they knew, everything they loved.

If you throw up the remains of your son, he thought, so consciously that it made him giggle, it’s a good sign you ought to be losing your mind.