Rokkoh and the Old Woman, Chapter 9

A rooster crows somewhere outside. The sudden sound rouses me from my slumber. The house is quiet, and the room is dark. The candles on the walls still hold little wax pillars that drip down to the base. Blown out, despite the lack of an open window, or a window at all. In the cornerContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Old Woman, Chapter 9”

Rokkoh and the Old Woman, Chapter 5

“I don’t know whether to laugh or vomit,” a voice wakes me. Max, sitting up and watching from his bed, sends a humored disbelief my way. The candles on the dresser are relit, and Max slides back into his boots. Nana still has her arm around me, right where she left it, and her eyesContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Old Woman, Chapter 5”

Rokkoh and the Old Woman, Chapter 4

True to the stablewoman’s word, as we round the hill, a cluster of buildings comes into view. The galloping horses slow as we draw near and pass under a great wooden sign declaring the area as Fiona’s Rest. Small houses line the street, giving way to a strip of commerce. Though most have closed theirContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Old Woman, Chapter 4”