by Kimberly Rei

“At the end of the world, there is Redemption.”

The priest stalked closer, whispering over and over. Acolytes circled us, trapping me in a shadowed alcove.

I didn’t believe the texts. Prophecy riding the tail of a comet? Ridiculous! I had to see for myself. I travelled deep into the desert, hoping to find proof of nothing; no wandering tribe, no ancient promise of doom.

I found what didn’t want to be found.

I stumbled and tripped over a rock, landing flat on my back.

The sky flared crimson and the priest came closer, quartz dagger dropping.

At the end…

Kimberly Rei

Kimberly Rei does her best work in the places that can’t exist…the in-between places where imagination defies reality. With a penchant for dark corners and hooks that leave readers looking over their shoulder, she is always on the lookout for new ideas and new ways to make words dance.

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