Alan Morningside was turning to stone. He'd looked at a gorgon, but over a slow dial-up internet connection. He'd closed the browser as soon as he'd realised what he was looking at, but it was too late. His fingers had ossified. His toes felt stiff. His shoulders felt heavy.
The stone-ness spread slowly. He quit his job, and did his bucket list. He rode a horse. Saw the pyramids. Sank with dolphins.
And here he was, four months later. The savings had run out, and the stone extended just past his wrists. Was it wrong to wish it would happen faster?
Hi Emma, your piece in Thousand by Brainchild is one of the best things I've read in a long time, so I read your stuff on here a few times off the back of that and absolutely love it. I just started a small press that's about to publish a lit mag, and it would be a dream to have you submit. Let me know if you'd be interested in talking about it or checking out the website?
ReplyDeleteHello! Thank you so much for your kind words - absolutely, I'd love to hear more about your lit mag, and would love to submit something! Do you have a website or email address? (Personally, I really enjoyed Leon Craig's story in Brainchild - I'm always impressed with how she manages to fit so much into so few words...)
DeleteThat's wonderful to hear! The website is placeholderpress.co.uk, please do have a look and get in touch with you like what you see!
DeleteAh, brilliant! I've sent a few pieces over (thanks again!)
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