Huzzah! My story, “The Visitors,” can now be read at Fantasia Divinity, as part of their July 2017 issue. Thanks to editor Madeline Stout, who saw the beauty in the tale.
Tales tumbled from Ma’s mouth like ripe fruit from a summer tree. She would pierce each one open with her voice, sending words flowing like juice, and me there to drink in every drop. I received my sweet portion at bedtime as part of the tuck-in ritual, but I had to wait in the near-dark, burrowed and warm under one of her misshapen crocheted throws until she was ready.
Eventually my bedroom door would swing wide and she’d stand in the in-between, a shadow blocking the hallway light. She would cross into my world, closing the door behind her and leaving us illuminated by nothing more than my nightlight – a ceramic fairy resting on her knees, head bowed, hands cupped in her lap. The fairy’s wings pulsed with thin shifting colors.
Ma would turn to English then, which I understood better. “Have you collected all my tales yet, Fianna?”
“I’m trying,” I’d insist.