Dark Across the Bay

by Ania Ahlborn

The storm was upon them. And while Ezra wished he could say he hadn’t seen it coming, those dark and distant clouds had been looming upon his own horizon for months. And now they were here.

the recollection came crawling out of the shadows—a dismissed, unheeded thought limping into the light, sharp teeth glinting like knives.

But revenge was a sort of caring, too, wasn’t it?

Because when grief putrefied, all that was left was the black sludge of vengeance.