Stories by Leon de la Garza
Start by answering your ringing phone. It’s the police. Panic for the shortest instant before remembering you haven’t left your house in weeks. It’s not illegal to stay at home, is it? Think hard. Feel a shiver climb half-way up your back and listen to the phone. Your mom is dead. Motherfucker. She died this…
From beneath me, under my skin and sheets and bed, comes a whisper of the thing called Rat, but I can’t understand it. Its voice enters my ears like the time I tumbled out of a moving skilift, a loud thwomp, thwomp, thwomp, as I stumble down the snowbanks of St. Moritz. Help, I yelled…