Cosmic, apocalyptic, supernatural. They reside in boxes – squares, on the land, and the arid world around them scarcely resembles the Earth they once knew. But she does. She remembers it, even if she doesn’t want to. And her mind reminisces, ponders, and manifests uncomfortable visions. What is happening to her? Why are the hours moving slowly, more horrific each passing moment?

Is it horror? Science fiction? Literary fiction? Like the protagonist, not quite contained, even if more comfortable to be so. A story of self. A story of the spirit. A story of love, and all the aching melancholy surrounding it.

Pending publication. Coming soon.