Selling Shadows
I turned fifty-five on a Tuesday and nobody sent flowers.
Stories in Erotic Horror tagged feet, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 23 to 26 minutes. Writers to know: The Stone Switch, Tawny Grammar and Token of Ember. Readers usually start with “Selling Shadows” and “The Night Nanny”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
I turned fifty-five on a Tuesday and nobody sent flowers.
The knock came at two in the morning.
Joan Tomlinson was forty-four years old and she had been arranging the same tray of canapés for ten minutes without actually arranging…
The deal died at 11:40 in the morning, which I know because the clock on the wall of the conference room had a loud second hand and…
Britney Robbins was forty-four years old and had been a hairdresser for twenty-two years, and in all that time she had learned that when a…
The house had been sitting empty for two years before Luce moved into it.
I punched in at 7:01 p.m., which is a stupid thing to say about a night shift, so let me back up.
Candace had hidden the cake in the chain locker at three in the morning, which was a ridiculous thing for a woman of fifty-three to do…
Camila Costa was forty-six years old, and she had spent most of those years being sensible.
*This one came from a late-night thought about how the scariest places are the ones we think we know.