Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #19 October 2015 | Page 49

displeasure. I realize I haven’t seen the
girl eat all day, and I have been watching.
Her mother gives her a measuring look and sets down the paring knife she’s been
using to cut veggies.
“Polly,” the woman says, “If the voices ever
came back, you’d tell me, right?”

Polly groans and throws her hands up in the
air. “Jesus Christ, mother, I said I’m fine! Would you
please just leave me alone?”
Polly’s mother’s mouth falls open, and she
watches her daughter run from the room. The misery
apparent in every line of the girl’s posture buffets me,
and dreams take me before I can sto