Tag Archives: The Shape-shifter’s Tale

I walked across the bridge, watching the wind ruffle the leaves and bits of disused trash blow across the sidewalk: a playbill from a cabaret evening, a lottery ticket, a torn bit of newspaper no longer legible. It didn’t matter. … Continue reading →

On my way out, I stopped at the restroom. There are two of them, two little rooms side by side, decorated with photographs in frames and chandeliers with dangling lusters overhead. As I washed my hands, I looked at the … Continue reading →

“Babushka tells me lots of stories. How the forest witches came to Petersburg after the deforestation.” “Why not go further east?” “That was already taken.” I thought of the fox I’d seen that morning, trotting through the imitation English cloister … Continue reading →

When I met Max, I was a boy, which is not to say that I’m a boy right now. I was black-haired, hazel-eyed, six feet tall and burly: a good look, a safe look for that afternoon and evening. I … Continue reading →