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    Metaphorosis June 2019
    Metaphorosis June 2019
    Metaphorosis June 2019
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    Metaphorosis June 2019

    By Danos Philopoulos and Metaphorosis Magazine

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    Beautifully written speculative fiction from Metaphorosis magazine.

    All the stories from the month, plus author biographies, interviews, and story origins.

    Table of Contents

    • Country Whispers — Matthew Amundsen
    • The Thousand Revolutions of Kronstadt — Pablo Valc&aacut
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMetaphorosis Magazine
    Release dateJun 1, 2019
    ISBN9781640761414
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      Metaphorosis June 2019 - Danos Philopoulos

      Metaphorosis

      June 2019

      edited by

      B. Morris Allen

      ISSN: 2573-136X (online)

      ISBN: 978-1-64076-108-141-4 (e-book)

      ISBN: 978-1-64076-109-142-1 (paperback)

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      June 2019

      Country Whispers — Matthew Amundsen

      The Thousand Revolutions of Kronstadt — Pablo Valcárcel

      Las Vegas Museum of Space Exploration — Marilee Dahlman

      The Girls Who Come Back Are Made of Metal and Glass — L'Erin Ogle

      Country Whispers

      Matthew Amundsen

      Seeing the bodies of them girls hanging outside the town’s gates made me think coming here was a bad idea, but it was too late to go back now. The driver, Finnas, didn’t seem the type to turn these horses around no matter what I said, and Maw would send me right back even if he did. The kitties dangling alongside the girls made me feel worse. I didn’t know if the girls did anything bad to anybody, but I knew for sure those kitties never hurt anyone. Witches, that told me, but who knew if it was true. Town folk tend to blame natural things they don’t understand on witches.

      Finnas shoved my head back between the haystacks and told me to keep my mouth shut. Just as well. I didn’t want to see any more.

      Snapping the reins, he drove the cart through the gates. Since it was almost nighttime, the town was quiet. All I heard was the rumble of the wheels until we came to a stop. He hopped down quick, and I heard him heave and grunt as some big doors groaned open. He jumped back up and drove the cart a little ways more before stopping for good. Somebody said something and he got down again.

      I stuck out my head and saw a tall, fancy-dressed lady standing in a dusty courtyard surrounded by a fence taller than two men. Just beyond was a wide house, bigger than any I’d ever seen. Finnas tried to give her a hug and a kiss, but she pushed him off and cocked her head at me. I sucked in air and ducked down, but it was too late. The woman had spotted me.

      You girl, come down here.

      My face burning like a kid caught stealing a pie, I climbed down from the cart to show myself.

      Are you Leusa Wrothburn?

      Yes’m. I ducked my head down like Maw said I should, but I couldn’t bring myself to curtsy. Just ain’t something I’m much good at. I didn’t see what the big deal was anyway. This woman had no reason to make me feel bad for being who I was. From the look of her, she was a tough bird, but I hadn’t done anything to be ashamed of.

      Do you know where you are?

      Yes’m. I reckon we’re in the town of Stonefeld.

      Correct. And do you know who I am?

      I gave her another look without trying to be nosy. No, ma’am, but I reckon you’re somebody important by your fancy dress and the size of this here house.

      Good. Maybe you’re not as simple as they said you were. I’m Ulna Fustable. The Magistrate of Stonefeld is my husband. I don’t know if you’ve heard way out in the woods where your folk are from, but he’s been having some problems with witches. She said the word like it was something too nasty to say out loud but she had to anyway. All I could think about when she said it was those poor kitties strung up with the girls at the town’s gate. We need another serving girl around here after the last one was found to be lacking, and my husband doesn’t trust any of the girls from town. The birth register said you have a sister. That true?

      Yes’m. Tessa’s working for a family over in Brasston now. Daft cow got herself seeded by one of the lord’s manservants, but the Magistrate’s wife didn’t need to know that.

      Your mama all alone now?

      I nodded. This lady was sharp.

      I’ll make sure she gets your pay then. Nothing you can spend it on around here anyway.

      I wanted to say that Maw didn’t deserve anything from me on account of the way she treats me, but just this once I kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t happy about it but complaining never solved anything.

      You’ll do anything you’re asked—laundry, sweep, help prepare food. I expect you to be the first one up in the morning and the last one to sleep. Don’t talk to any of the other serving girls unless spoken to, and stay out of my husband’s way. Understand that you are not allowed beyond these walls. The last thing my husband needs is gossiping townsfolk. She looked me up and down to make sure I’d been listening. All that sit okay with you?

      Yes’m.

      Good. You can stay in the room next to the stable for now. Supper’s in the kitchen but it’s cold. Finnas will show you.

      Thank you, ma’am, I said. Seemed the right thing to say.

      And get that straw out of your hair, girl. Try to look proper.

      Finnas unhitched the horses from the cart, and I followed him.

      Over there, he said, pointing at a door.

      Aye.

      The room was nothing but a closet under the stairs that led to Finnas’ loft. Maw told me I had to sleep inside if the Fustables told me to. Town folk look down on them who sleep outside, like we were some kind of animal. Maybe I was an animal. Didn’t bother me none. Animals never did wrong to nobody who didn’t deserve it.

      Through the wall, I heard them horses hassling Finnas because he didn’t understand them. He thought sugar cubes and a switch was the answer to everything. When they finally gave up and quieted, he trudged up the stairs to his room. His boots boomed when they hit the floor. He never did show me where they kept the leftovers. Didn’t matter. I wasn’t hungry.

      I tried to sleep, but couldn’t. Rooms and I never got along, and this one felt like as much of a jail as any other. The stillness and the quiet suffocated me. At least I could smell the horses through the walls. That was some comfort, anyway.

      In the middle of the night, a door from the house sighed open, feet scuffed the courtyard and then someone stalked the stairs above my room. Finnas’ bed creaked for a while overhead, and then that someone came back down. Wasn’t my business who, though I had a guess.

      I waited another hour or two before getting up to take a look around the courtyard and see what I could do to stay busy. First thing I noticed was a measly stack of logs next to the kitchen. Place this size always needs firewood. Problem was, I didn’t see an ax anywhere and I wasn’t about to go rattling the stable doors and get Finnas after me at this hour.

      Since no one else was around, I wandered around the back

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